Akinyi was proudly marching around the courtyard, surveying everything with a critical eye and tapping her very large walking stick on the ground. In deference to the cold weather--why was everything here so freezing?--she had finally switched to pants and a jacket, though she was still sticking to her sandals. Other than the change in clothing and the switch to a new location, not much had changed for the girl. She was still struggling in her language classes, and she still enjoyed ensuring peace and order around campus.
"You there," she said, pointing at a couple of kids who were sucking each other's faces off, "not in public. Go inside." She'd read the rule book. She knew what was appropriate. And that most definitely wasn't.
Not many people were out, and those who were generally were scurrying between buildings. Akinyi perched on the back of one of the benches in the courtyard. Then, from behind her, she heard someone swearing. She whipped her head around and was already sliding off the bench and toward the noise.
"You! Sir! You are not supposed to use that sort of language on school grounds. What is wrong that you feel the need to say such disgusting words?" Of course, Akinyi's definition of "cussing" was rather broad, so let's not assume the worst here right away.