Leaning against the wall in front of the PC-lab, Valentina picked at the bandage on her head; she felt the blood sticking to the fabric and realized she probably had to change it soon. As she was waiting for the new recruit – Isaac – new kinds of thoughts gathered in her head. For once, she wasn’t the one being taught something, but the teacher. It seemed odd to her that he had never used a PC before in his life; she would probably have to explain every single thing to him, but didn’t mind. She knew that a lot of the recruits hadn’t had such luxuries in their pasts and Valentina herself would have never touched a computer if it hadn’t been for her purposeful relationship with Oliver. She shook her head, trying to shake off the thoughts.

In Division, Valentina had always been the one that wasn’t able to perfect anything. Yes, she was pretty decent at IT – it was her best ‘subject’ in Division, eventhough she was far from being as god as some of the geeks in the bunker – and she didn’t suck at languages, but failed at pretty much everything else. It took her only seconds to remind herself of what caused the plasters and bruises on her face, still causing her a headache she could not cure. And now, being asked for help with something she had learned in the facility was like a little push to her self-esteem.