Jessi was actually relieved for the interruption.  She had a gift for languages, but all the names were starting to run together in her head, and she felt like she had no points of reference to anchor herself with.  Well, studying would change that.<br/><br/>And it was that handsome English teacher at the door.  What was this about?  Anything important?  For all she knew, they were discussing a change in the lunch menu.  There were agents in her family's business who could read lips, she knew, but she'd never learned that trick, and doubted she could have pulled it off in Japanese, anyway.  She sighed in frustration and stretched her legs under the desk.  Goroi didn't seem to worried.  Maybe it was nothing?