She glanced at him briefly as she rotated her books in her locker.<em>Sigh, just give him a satisfactory answer. The last thing you need is more attention.</em>She thought to herself. She spoke as she put her things away, "I'm alright. This sort of thing is actually quite common in the school I was in. Except, well, the thieves back home actually made an effort not to get caught, bumping into someone and just taking things out of people's pockets, while the person is in front of you, is an incredibly poor attempt. I know it would be better for everyone if I just ignore them when they take my money. But as new student, and a guest in your country... this sounds like an ungrateful complaint, but your countrymen have poor manners in hospitality." She closed her locker, spinning the lock to a random sequence. "I think dislocating his shoulder would have been a good object lesson." She said as she looked at the boy straight in the face.<br/><br/>She had to admit, back in Singapore the darkest skinned students she could engage with are Indian transfer. But she was the transfer student in a country where people of all colors could live in harmony. Supposedly on the surface, so it was just like home. He spoke kindly, and didn't appear to be some kind of trouble maker or misfit. But there was something off about him that she couldn't pin. Then it hit her.<em>He's trying to be nice to me. He wants something.</em><br/><br/>Following her own presumption she flat out asked him. "What do you want?"  It was hard not to sound mean but with the way she stares out from behind her glasses, it made her look like she was glaring.