In the DWMA hallway was Death The Kid, who was next to his weapon parents, Liz and Patty Thompson. The three were heading to the staff room for personal matters. Kid was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice someone was in front, colliding with them as he snapped back to reality. His eyes focused on the way he had just messed up their outfit. Lowering his head slightly, he sighed to himself, "I beg your pardon, let me..." Kid began to adjust the damaged area, a smile of satisfaction crossing his face. Putting his hand aside, his eyes finally met theirs once more, "There you go."