You'd snuck out of the dormitory. Again. You'd been in the training room, practicing your fight combinations for hours. Your knuckles were cracked, split, and bleeding, and your elbows and knees were raw and red. Unaware you were being watched for the last half-hour. Finally a cold voice rings out.

"Enough." You recognize that the voice belongs to Eric Coulter, one of the leaders in dauntless. "You've been at that for a while, and your form isn't even right. What the heck do you think you're playing at, initiate? Sneaking out of the dorm, breaking the rules, and then coming in here and beating up a bag like it's your worst enemy? I want an explanation, and I want it now. Don't bother pulling any of that 'oh I'm just a poor innocent little girl trying to get better at my moves' crap on me. Explain, and fast, before I decide to go with my better instincts and throttle you. ...Are you even listening to me?!"