Telepathy would definitely be far more revealing than Warren's pretty poker face. He closed his laptop slightly to have a more uninterrupted view of Betsy, even if it wasn't really in the way. "Whom, you mean." Warren reminded. While he had a pretty good guess as to who it was though, Warren wouldn't be blabbing. But since the Professor had already announced it was one of the students, he didn't feel he was overstepping any bounds in reminding her of that one.
Warren was amused by the socialite comment. Which one? It felt like there were several now, though Warren could wager a good guess. "Everything happens for a reason, I suppose. It's cliched and sometimes I don't understand it, but maybe they have some other trial to face. Or our trial is just having to deal with them being as insufferable as ever." At the wave at his computer, Warren looked to it briefly with an absent shrug. "More or less."