Terry sighed in relief as he was able to return to his seat without having to do particularly much of anything in front of the class. If anything, he hoped that his participation in that might stand out enough to keep out of trouble for a while - he wasn't<em>always</em>unwilling to get up, he'd be able to defend, just not most of the times she'd ask. However, he couldn't stop wondering a little bit about the girl with the hair mask at his side. Every so often a bit of skin would show through the hair, and he had mentally pieced together a very rough estimation of what her face looked like. Was she scarred? Nothing else seemed to explain the covering, and while he thought he'd seen the hints of some marks on her face, he clearly did not know for certain.<br/><br/>When the bell rang, Terry lingered as he usually did, waiting for the crowd of rushing students to disperse before he lazily stood, adjusting his pants and moving to the door. He stopped as she asked for help. Looking back over his shoulder, he noticed few people left from the rush out the door. He thought for a moment before he walked back into the room toward the teacher. "Sure, Miss Kyle, I can help, I guess," he offered with a thin smile, clearly hoping the assistance would earn him some brownie points against being called up again.<br/>