Zarya looked up from examining the laptop when she heard the other boy speak, commenting about her use of the term American instead of English. She didn't think he was wrong. American was not, in and of itself, a separate language. It was a dialect of English. The majority of words were the same. There were some subtle differences, yes. Each one had certain words that were spelled a little differently or had different connotations, and both forms of English had their own slang words, but for the most part, they were the same. The differences didn't necessitate distinguishing it as its own language, at least in her mind. American English was the term she would have used, and the term that was widely accepted, but she hadn't cared to say this. It didn't matter to her in the grand scheme of things. Certainly not enough to risk getting into trouble.<br/><br/>Still, she found it a bit amusing that the boy was brave enough to actually say something to the woman. She wondered if he would get into trouble because of it. Based on what she had gathered about the woman so far, she thought that he definitely would get a scolding at the very least. She hoped his punishment wouldn't be too severe, though.<br/><br/>She blinked, surprised, when he winked at her, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks. Why? She wasn't exactly sure how to take it. Was he flirting with her? Trying to impress her? Or did he simply think that she would find it amusing and was expressing that? She wasn't used to people winking at her, so she really didn't have a clue. She decided it was probably the latter, as she had nothing to support either of the other conclusions. She shook her head, trying to erase the hint of pink that remained on her cheeks.<br/><br/>He seemed like a fun person. Goofy, a bit of a class clown, but he seemed nice, if a bit sarcastic. She though he was someone who would probably get her into trouble if she spent too much time with him. Still, she thought he was interesting. She definitely wanted to introduce herself and talk to him when she got the chance. She'd just have to be careful not to let him get her into trouble.<br/><br/>She truthfully hadn't even realized that the girl had raised her hand until he raised his hand and said that he thought she had something to say. She was surprised the turn the conversation took after that. She could tell something was going on with the boy, although she couldn't say what. If she had to guess, she would guess that the woman was speaking directly to him. Some form of magical telepathy, perhaps? And by the look on his face, it wasn't a pleasant talk. She kind of felt bad for him, truly.<br/><br/>The woman moved along after the girl said that she could talk later. She felt bad for her, too. She knew that the boy had good intentions, but she also knew that it was likely hard for the girl, who was shy to begin with, to have attention drawn to her. Regardless, what was done was done. The woman moved on, talking about lunch and the vending machines. She explained the history of the vending machine, which Zarya was quite certain most of them probably didn't care about, before explaining how theirs would work. She didn't mind hearing it, as she liked to learn things, although she was certain she would never use this information.<br/><br/>She thought it was a little strange, the way it was phrased that they could choose their food, and even a soda, if they wished, because it was a free day. She wondered if this wording was intentional, meant to indicate that they generally would not have such choices, or not. Whatever the meaning, she wouldn't find it by wondering about it. She was sure that the answer would become clear soon enough.<br/><br/>She didn't feel the need to ask this, or any other question, for that matter. Instead, she simply wished for this portion of the day to be over. She wanted to get up, move around, and talk to people. She liked learning, and she was at least somewhat intrigued by the whole idea of magic and a school where she could learn about it, but even she had a limit to how much raw information she could listen to before her mind began to wander. Thankfully, it seemed as though it was just about time for them to break for lunch.