Her frown turned into a scowl as what was quite possibly the only negative worthed person she could think of sat next to her as started blabbing on about whatever. It was sapping her will to live just being next to him. "Hello, Gary. Yes, I know who you are. That professor was not a good one at all. He knew nothing of the real world." Sweet merciful dieties uncaring, please make him go away. "I don't particularly care who my familiar is. And no, Gary. Nobody likes the rich and strong. People are jealous of the rich, and fear the strong." He isn't going to go away. She lets him ramble for a few minutes, not even pretending to listen, when she saw Jenevieve. Any excuse to be away from Gary would be better that being with him, even if that means chatting with creatures who can spit fire or rend the flesh from your bones with a thought. "Excuse me, Gary. I would like to talk to Jenevieve." She stood to go over there, and paused. "Privately," she added, just in case Gary decided he could tag along. As she walked closer to the green haired woman, she started counting prime numbers in her head, as an added precaution to keep her mind more secure. 1. 2. 3. 5. 7. "Hello Jenevieve. What is supposed to be the schedule for today?" 13. 17. 19. 23.