Rachel followed the directions she had received from the mystery man, Puck. She headed towards the infirmary, easily following the signs once she hit the second floor. Most of the students tended to stay out of her way after news traveled of what she'd done to the few who had tried to pick on her. Her combat boots rang out on the linoleum floor as she stepped up to the infirmary door. The brunette figured Puck must be a previous student, perhaps one of the mentors that Dr. Schuester had explained to her when he'd given her a brief history and tour of the institute. It really didn't matter to her, as long as she could acquire the books she needed to begin reading ahead in her studies. Having been on the street most of her life, the young telepath had quite a lot of material to catch up on. She'd taught herself many subjects while she was on her own, but none of it had been structured and now she had to go over pre-requisites that she hadn't learned. It would take a bit of work, but she was nothing if not determined.
Pushing the door open, Rachel stepped inside the room and looked around for a moment. "Is Puck here?" she asked, hoping that the boy who answered her wasn't playing a prank. She really hated wasting her time. After all, Rachel (and her scars) could attest to the knowledge that life was short and things turned on a dime at any moment. She disliked knowing she could have been doing something else considering, as someone "gifted", she figured she was short on time as it was.
Puck was lying on the bed in the infirmary, his legs propped up against the wall, and his head overhanging the side of the bed. He gave her an upside-down smile, before flipping the right way up.
"Guilty as charged," he stood up. "You're Rachel?" he asked as he went over to his bags to retrieve the books he'd promised her.
Rachel looked at Puck for a moment, studying him before she answered. "Yes, I'm Rachel. You said you'd let me have your old textbooks?" she queried. Looking around the room, she took in the layout and the furnishings. It looked like a hospital room with beds lining either wall to house the injured. No one was using any of the beds currently.
She glanced back at Puck, glancing over him as her moved. "Why are you in here? Clearly, nobody's injured and you seem fine," she stated, waiting as he filed through his belongings.
Puck threw a glance over his shoulder at Rachel. "Resident healer," he explained, before turning back to her, holding a huge stack of books. "I usually hang out in here in my free time," he tried to shrug, but the pile of books made the gesture difficult.
Nodding at his response, Rachel grabbed the books from him. "Well, thank you for your assistance. This will greatly help me in my studies," she said, offering him a small smile. "Considering your position, I hope we do not see each other often...or at all, for that matter." She began to make her way back to the door to leave.
"Oh, 'fraid we will. Every day," Puck smirked. "Sorry," he said, and waited for the confusion to kick in. He did like doing that to people on purpose, far better than when it was unintentional.
"A healer and a seer? Interesting combination, if that's really the case," Rachel raised an eyebrow at Puck. "I'd better keep my wits about me if I wish to carve out my own destiny rather than the one seen in a vision. Have a good day, Puck." She nodded to him, shifting the books in her arms and pushed her back against the door to open it so that she could make her way back to her room. The healer was certainly a strange guy, but he had been kind enough to give her the textbooks.
Puck rolled his eyes. He was psychic now? "Not what I was getting at, Rachel," he called after her. He'd seen her name on the list of students he'd been given to mentor, about an hour previous. "You're training with me at four," he told her.
Rachel was almost out the door when she heard him call out. "Bullshit. I came here to go to school. Why do I need to train with you, exactly?" she shook her head. "Besides, healer, I doubt there's anything you could teach me. But thanks for the offer." She gave a short laugh and headed out into the hallway, making her way back to her locker.
Yeah, she was gonna be all kinds of fun. He rolled his eyes. Once she realized that Ability Control Training was a mandatory part of the syllabus at McKinley, she'd show. If not, he'd just have to go fetch her.