"I don't understand this," Unit overhears, as a tall (human?) woman with braided hair flips through a student handbook. "This doesn't match up with the stuff I've been studying at all! Avatar? Frickin' Wu Jen? Where's the Kineticist program? Where's Telepath?"
"You're looking at a really old course catalog," a shorter (huuuuman?) male with a head shaved bald save for a long top knotted ponytail replies.
"This sucks!" The woman tosses the book aside. "Oh, hey. A psiforged."

"I'm Ragnara," the tall woman says. "This is Portland. So you're a psiforged, huh? I didn't realize there were any more of those."

Ragnara looks at her friend. "So... is he an oracle, or...?"
"Maybe he taught himself Common while he was trapped in a fortune cookie warehouse, with nothing to occupy his time but reading those tiny slips of paper."

"I don't think that's how school works."
Portland interrupts. "Soulknife? Cool. Have you met Stabs yet? You guys should... actually, from talking to you for a minute and a half, I can almost guarantee you won't get along."

"Portland," the xeph replies. "I was named after the port city I was born in. And anyway, Stabs is good people, if... if you like people who consider stabbing a recreational activity."

((This sounds like a place where Lidda could show up, but she doesn't.))