Dedric's pride and wrath edged at him to go after the guy, put him in his place if he had to, but he was out of his depths here. Something in the back of his throat and chest that he knew was a relative of fear was telling him too keep his distance, as was the hand griping his arm.<br/><br/>"Dedric don't start a fight here please. You don't know what you're getting into." Xandra pleaded and he knew she was right. But he had to protect her and he wasn't going to just roll over and do what ever someone else told him to do. They were going to be stuck like this for sometime so he was going to have to learn. And for once school was actually going to help with that.<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Ah, mormon bibles. Never did understand how they made them so small." Misha mused. "I think I have exactly what can help. Just come by during a free period and I'll whip it up right there. It's better fresh."