Tally knew when her instincts were right, and when they were dead wrong--and about a certain group of students, she had a funny feeling. A frisson of certainty that they were made of stronger stuff than most "plebes", destined for something special. The thing was, Tally was almost never proven incorrect, either by circumstances or by other people. Thus, she approached the group and sat a reasonable distance away from them. Instructors weren't supposed to get too "chummy" with the cadets, let alone fraternize with them.
She gave a small smile and took a bite of her blueberry muffin, wondering who would be the first to notice the slight wave of her fingers in salutation.