Matt's expression disappeared in a flash of non-chalance.  "Yeah, that's me.  The Other American." He stands up and smiles a little, and gives a half-bow.  "Everyone assumes I know you, for some reason, so I've heard about you."  He's taken fairly naturally to conversing in informal English, at least.  He tucks his laptop back into his messenger bag, and pulls the strap up.  "I'm surprised your parents have let you stay here.  This school's dangerous for girls, it seems, and if they can afford to send you here, they could surely afford to bring you home."  He's still staring down at his kit bag.  "It's interesting that they wouldn't do that, if they'd heard, isn't it?"