Tilly walked through the glass doors and into the large Atrium, carrying her duffel bag containing the few possessions that her brother had advised her to take, including some things she simply couldn't live without. She looked around the room to find out what she was supposed to do when she spotted the registration desk.

Ducking footballs and a hula hoop and dodging a couple of hundred people she made her way over to it. There were three people in front of her, so she listened to some of the conversations that were going on around her.

"He said he'd meet me at the Spanish room at three." One girl was saying to another as they walked past.

"Are you applying for the internship this year? I heard there were two last year got paired with Agent Ward. They said it was insane on an awesome level." A guy asked his friend as he pushed some first years out of the way to return to their rooms.

"They said that team was completely nuts." His friend responded.

"From what I heard they are still with the team. They can't have been that nuts!"

Tilly smiled to herself. She knew firsthand what Coulson's interns had been through. Hell, some of it she had inflicted herself.

"I was the Ohio state kickboxing champion." A male voice announced behind her.

"Cool. I was tri-state champion." Another male voice said.

"Hey. You. What's your name?" the second guy asked, pushing Tilly on the shoulder. She already didn't like these guys.

"Deloris." Tilly answered spinning round.

"What have you won?"

"What do you mean what have I won?" Tilly scoffed.

"Martial Arts? What have you won?"

"Mainly a bruised ass."

"So how the hell did you get in here?" The first guy asked her.

"I speak five languages fluently and can keep myself out of trouble using four more. They are hoping that I will have mastered all of them by the end of the year." Tilly replied without batting an eyelid. She could tell that they were seizing her up as the competition.

"Next!" The woman behind the desk shouted. Tilly, realising it was her turn stepped forward.

"Matilda Grace, first year." She said to the woman.

"Grace, Grace. Oh I've got you. Here is your landyard and a map. Leave your luggage over there with tags on it and then head over to the arena. That's this bit here. You will get further instructions there." The woman said, circling the arena on the map.

Tilly did as she was told and placed her duffel bag onto the rapidly expanding pile of luggage. She had already had to tag it with her name to get onto the flight from England so she didn't have to worry about that.

"So Derloris, you're English." The second guy asked her.

"You're American, so what?"

"I get the feeling you don't like me." The guy asked.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Tilly responded, before turning on her heels and stalking off to the arena.

As she had been here before she knew the way so the map ended up getting screwed up and put into her pocket. She heard footsteps behind her and resisted the impulse to throw her arm out and smack him in the throat.

"My name is Carl. I suspect we may have got off on the wrong foot."

"Is there a right one?"

"What is your problem?"

"I don't like bigheads who boast about their achievements." Tilly snapped and got in the line outside the Arena.

"Wait, what?" Carl asked, getting into line right after her.

"I heard you boasting about being Tri-State Champion in something or other, like it's a big deal."

"That guy was a dick."

"And you were measuring yours up against his?"