The Japanese boy saw Dimitri walk out of detention while she was buttoning her trench coat. He ran a a hand through his short black hair, a habit he developed when he didn't quite understand why he was about to do something. Shrugging he followed after her until she reaches her bike and was going through her bag. "Sorry, I wanted to ask you a question miss. Your drawing, the horse in the snowstorm, is it supposed to represent something? You are Russian, I believe, is it simply referring to home, or a representation of something else?"