As class went on, Aiki couldn't help but think about the events of just about 15 minutes ago. On the board were simple Algebra equations that she had already learned a while back, so she could afford to let her mind focus on other things.<span style="font-style: italic">Why did I just let him.. scare me like that? Ugh, I played right into their hands, didn't I? I should've- uh. Hm. Fought back? Dead or heavily injured and in trouble. Called for help? Well I got help anyway, so. I guess it turned out okay. Nobody really got hurt. But now there's probably a target on that guy who helped me's back.</span>She was just staring in the general direction of the little squiggles on the board, trying not to let her thoughts change her expression. No one was really looking at her, so she had probably succeeded.<br/><br/>Tuning back into the lesson, the teacher was talking about trinomials.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, that's new to me,</span>she thought as she leaned forward and crossed her arms on the table. She picked up her newly-sharpened pencil and started jotting down some notes.<span style="font-style: italic">What class do I have after this again?</span>Aiki paused to think for a moment.<span style="font-style: italic">Ah yes, "Science of Shifting". Now</span>that<span style="font-style: italic">should be interesting.</span>