Karen blinked at the quick response, a little unsettled.  It was like he'd hardly considered her at all.  But maybe that was just who he was.  She gave a small smile and took a seat across from him, setting her tray upon the table before scooting in her chair.  She picked up her fork and knife, first taking a bite of her food-a bit of chicken and a bit of waffle in one bite-savoring the food as she chewed.  When she swallowed, she looked back to him, twisting the fork between her two fingers nervously.  "I'm Karen...uh, Karen Schmidt.  I'm a new teacher....  Uhm, teaching English," she introduced with a small smile.  She put down her silverware and moved, tucking a strand of her fiery hair behind her ear before pushing her glasses up, peeking up at the male across from her with shy, stormy-colored hues.  "Are you...a teacher or...some other member of the faculty?" she asked curiously.  He seemed very young, after all.  Yes, she was pretty young herself, but still...he seemed younger.  But sharp as a tack, too, from the way he'd taken her in and approved her sitting with him so quickly.  Still...maybe he'd just not noticed that students sat on the other side of the cafeteria?  It was possible, though...unlikely.