"Oh, you know me," she said, taking a sip of her mocha double latte that she'd yelled at someone to get right or else. "Kicking ass. Taking names. The usual." She accommodated herself in her chair by wiggling a bit and tossing her shoulders back. Mal was as proud as she was evil, and it suited her just fine. One glance at Mari's table, and Mal could tell the other girl hadn't gotten much done from her work. Mal wasn't one for children, and despite her admiration for Mari for being able to deal with those pathetic little brats, she couldn't help but think it was all pointless. Kids were being brainwashed. Hell, Mal herself sometimes was doing the brainwashing. What did they need teachers like Mari for anymore? Just to throw her a bone and keep her quiet.
She leaned forward and placed her elbows daintily on the table. "What about you? Molding the ever-changing minds of America with your fabulous teaching abilities? And your other FAAAAAABULOUS abilities, sistah?" She smiled that wicked smile of hers that meant she was your friend so long as you answered her questions correctly, or in a way she deemed was correct. "It's no wonder, my brother keeps you around. He's a smart boy. Finding the girls with the most unique abilities and all that."