Damien was about to speak when the sudden thud of her books falling to the floor sent a shudder through him; it was an instinctive reaction to the thought of those bindings being battered and those pages creased and dirtied.  He was about to help with the books when Austin tossed the paper his way and he quickly grabbed a hold of it.<br/><br/>“A freshman class; I shall let you into a secret, I don’t grade freshman papers; these do.” he quickly fished the dice out of his pocket before slipping them back.  He looked furtive for a moment before speaking; “You couldn’t do me a big favour could you?  I was about to offer Athalia here a lift; she missed the bus and it seems that she is involving herself in charitable work after class, but I doubt I have the gas in mine heap to make it there and back home.  I could come with you and we could discuss this paper, then as you pass this way I could pick up my car and get on home?”<br/>