She plopped her books down at the table and pulled at chair next to him, looking at him from the corner of her eye and tried to hide a grin. "I'd say a little better then your hair is doing right now," she joked and reached to smooth down his freshly pulled hair. She glanced down at the papers and squinted down at them.<br/>"I can't say I blame you though, If I were you i'd probably take my aggression out on something too." She tilted her head to the side a grimaced. "In fact I probably wouldn't have any hair left. Is that even English?" She began straightening the papers out, trying to add some element of order in the chaos, a trait left over from her mother and enforced by her grandmothers.<br/>"Have you tried asking anyone in your class if they can make heads or tails of this?" She asked given one last shuffle to the papers setting a some-what neat pile of papers back on the table.