It's about what she expected, and really only relevant looking at the kind of reinvention the Valparaíso Academy was looking at making possible. She flicked her fingers outward, rolling her wrist so her hand ended up resting on her knee, palm-side up. "Charles Hansen's success with his father's opened up the volunteer ranks to teens fourteen and up. There's a good chance we'll have our fair share coming in on the ground level."

She was switching gears, talking about a different kind of logistics. "That's walking into a maelstrom of hormones and emotions they're not going to know the half of how to handle. I'm sure you remember," she said, her own expression hinting toward sardonic amusement, "What it was like at that age. Especially if you hung around some of the problem cases."

There was no hint of censure in her voice. Problem case teens were a commonplace occurrence, no matter where one was in the world. If her highschool years hadn't been littered with friends and peers spanning the whole spectrum, than her early college years certainly had been.

"Feel prepared to handle that too?"