<span style="color: darkorchid">"Hmmm moving pictures? Fascinating." </span>Gretchen rubbed her chin as she thought about the concept. Now she was more interested in dismantling the projector than viewing anything in particular. How something worked was always much more fascinating than what it could do.<span style="color: darkorchid"> "How veeeeery fascinating."</span>She continued to grin at Lerista before her gaze was drawn away by the exceedingly large announcement of the raucous boy in class. She was impressed by his candor, if nothing else, as he announced his departure from the classroom. Gretchen wasn't sure she had quite that level of moxie to so flagrantly defy the teacher, but it did give her time to think.<br/><br/>And Gretchen was good at thinking. She often boasted she could think far faster than any human could (whether that was true or not was a matter for debate), and in that moment her mind raced with possibilities over how best to leave the classroom. She didn't mind the class, certainly, but it was certainly stifling her ability to flirt. Two solutions came to mind:<br/><br/>A. They appeal to the teacher to leave in pursuit of this young vagabond and take the opportunity to escape the confines of the classroom.<br/><br/>B. Failing that, she continue her flirtations under cover of darkness while the film is playing.<br/><br/>Satisfied with those solutions, she lifted her hand into the air.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkorchid">"Sensei!" </span>She called<span style="color: darkorchid">"Can we go and pursue him? Don't want him to get in trouble and be late as well."</span><br/><br/>Looking to Lerista and Yui she winked again to communicate "I have a plan"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>