No. She has no idea.

Yang was in a bit of a panic.

It sucked that she met eyes with Blake before Jaune. She had effectively been left high and dry due to sheer circumstance.

Sure, she could end up on his team regardless. But the odds were against her. There were who knows how many pairs being placed today. Dozens, at the least. Her odds were, frankly, bad.

Jaune, too, was kind of feeling this. It's not that he didn't want the other girls on his team. But if he were given the choice, he'd pick Yang, Pyrrha, and probably Weiss.

He counted himself lucky, at the least, that he happened upon Pyrrha... Or vice versa, rather than some guy.

"What's with you?" Weiss huffed at him. "Get your head out of the clouds. We need to grab these things and get back."

But as Weiss's hand reached out for the piece...

"CAW!"

The cry of a Nevermore split the air, as it came charging down.

Everyone prepared for battle...