"Nonsense. You'll do well." Gomez waves a hand casually. "You're small and nifty -- perfect for those obstacle courses."
"I haven't had as much practice as you guys." I sigh. "You all had your trials while I was recovering! I hope I get a chance to make up the time."
"Don't worry, you'll be fine." Gomez stops at a red light, glancing back. "You haven't missed that much, and you're pretty much up to speed."
"I hope so. If I'm not allowed to take the assessment, I'll have to repeat this part all over again, with the next batch or recruits." I wince inwardly. The prospect of being left behind isn't palatable. "Do you guys know what you'll be doing next? After your assessment." Claire asks, wiping her hands on a napkin.
"Lycan integration." I snort, rolling my eyes. "Which means we'll have to offer our services to the Eleven packs. Like making coffee and patrolling the shady rogue lands."