She took a deep breath as she looked at the paper in her hands. Sonnie wasn't typically nervous about social interactions. Honestly, she never gave them much thought. She just interacted and let the results play out. Perhaps it was her nature as a Beast: living in the moment and not much considering consequences.

A part of her was still human, though. She was still capable of thinking of the future. This time was an example. She wasn't content to let the chips fall where they may. Sonnie wanted something.

She wanted to be more than a delivery girl. While she enjoyed her job, it was just that. A job. Not a career. There wasn't a future to it. The pay was lousy, and foot delivery was being squeezed out by the pressure to use vehicles. The Steepscrambler didn't even know how to drive, and didn't care to learn.

It was time to upgrade, to move on to something new. In this case, a new job... no, a new career.

The resume in her hands was... sparse. Her work history literally only included her delivery job. Even if she could still use her original identity, she had never worked in her teenage life. She had to hope it would be enough to make her look good. Probably not.

She looked up at the building before her. The martial arts dojo was going to be the third one she tried today. The first was a rejection, and the second wasn't hiring.

Did she even have what it took to be an instructor? She was good in a fight, no doubt. She had learned kung fu so quickly and naturally she had always believed the Wyrd itself was speeding up her learning process. 'Kung fu monkey' was a classic story trope, and the Wyrd liked a good story. But even with the encouragement of friends like Seraphina, the Beast was uncertain of her chances.

She let out her breath. No point in waiting. She was going to be late for her appointment, otherwise.

Sonnie walked into the dojo.