Letting the cadet hold onto the gunblade for a while longer, Squall absently picked at his shirt. He pulled the wet fabric away from his skin and sighed under his breath. A nice, hot shower would do wonders right about now. And he sent a glance over to Quistis, noting how she was also covered with the T-Rex's blood and equally as sweaty looking. "I don't see why you haven't gone back for your license," he spoke up quietly then, glancing at her again.

"You miss teaching, just admit it."