As it turns out the stitched man was Dr. Stein, whom I distinctly recall as a long lost uncle of mine.
"Uncle Stein?" I questioned as we approached the desk with my note from Lord Death.
"Yes, oh Katie, what are you doing here? I thought my sister swore to never have you become a meister." He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin in an odd way.
"Only because that is impossible my dear uncle, see I am a Death Weapon, like Poppy." I rocked back and forth on my heels. My mother was Franken's younger sister, Nona Stein. She wound up falling in love with her weapon Alex Luna; their love for each other eventually created me.
"Is that so? I would've never guessed," Kid's boyish voice piped up, interrupting my memories of Mother and Poppy.
"Yes I am a Machine Pistol, if you must know." I had a bit of snotty-ness in my voice, but I couldn't help it, this boy doubted my abilities just because I am without a meister; which was a factor that could not be helped considering I have never met a meister except my mother and him (whom both of which have Death Weapons of their own).
"How interesting, your father was a machine gun, correct?" Uncle Stein asked. I nodded. "So basically you are a smaller version of him, with human form too, my sister was never that pretty." He grumbled as I sweat dropped. "Well take you seat."
"I don't have one."
"Then since Maka isn't here today, take hers. It's by the albino kid." He chuckled to himself, pointing to the extremely bored looking white haired boy a few rows up.
"Don't worry, I won't be far." Kid patted me on the back before leaving me for his seat. I quickly ran to mine, attempting to be sneaky and not wake the daydreaming boy, but wound up tripping over a chair and falling flat on my face. That was my graceful greeting to Soul Eater.