Allura was just fine with doing nothing. It wasn't as if she could dance in this room, there was too much in the way. Remaining in blissful silence, it was intruded upon by the voice of the other student. Turning on her seat to look in that direction, she needn't have bothered. The brunette was already walking towards her, sitting herself on top of the desk in front of her. It wasn't a proper place to sit she noticed with annoyance.
Staring at the offered hand as if it might be contagious, it took awhile before she grudgingly shook it just barely in a loose grip. Not returning the smile, she stared at the brunette with undisguised suspicion. Even though this hadn't been a trap by the teacher to harm her, it could still be some form of trap.
"Allura," she identified herself, releasing the hand quickly. "Yes, I was," she answered the question poised to her. "Are you a smoker?"
The brunette kept fidgeting and chewing on something. Smokers often did that when unable to get their nicotine fix. Hearing a buzzing noise, she took note of it but otherwise ignored it. The blonde assumed it to be a cellphone, something she didn't have herself so it had to be the brunette's phone.
"Is something wrong?" she asked when she caught the other student staring at her.