Calypso chuckled softly, smiling. "Doesn't excuse the fact that I still got caught." she said to her companion student, "Getting blackout drunk is something I will recommend to no one, ever." The young woman was very open about her past. Not particularly caring who knew, she was open in general. Not afraid to let it be known that she didn't particularly enjoy this life. All white walls and hospital grade sterile, with teachers who doubled as scientists and doctors. Being fed a pill every so often like an insane asylum patient. She became quiet when Archon began his lesson, her teeth aching momentarily as he adjusted the speakers and tuner.<br/><br/>"Yeah, can that happen to your teeth?" she rubbed her cheek gently. "Or do I just have extra sensitive teeth? It felt like when someone drags their nails against a chalk-board." her nose scrunched up, then she relaxed her face again. "But, on a serious note! The tuner basically rises above the resonance limits of the glass to break it? Or am I kinda off?" She felt like she was re-wording what he'd said in layman's terms for herself. Though, she was genuinely trying to understand. There was no failing classes for her, she didn't want or need to be kicked back a year. The closer she came to graduation, the more she itched to get into trouble.<i>Any</i>trouble she could find.<br/><br/>She set her chin on her interlaced fingers, intently watching the good Doctor. Hazel eyes sparkling with interest. This was a challenge, she liked a challenge.