Dyson and Donna
"At least you got here safely, if not a bit embarrassed," Dyson tells her. Though, he doesn't know just how embarrassed she'd been when she showed up in the Den's closet. He knows that it wouldn't have bothered him but that might be due to the way of his own world.
When she mentions the Fight Science Gym he gives a bit of a nod. That place was somewhere he'd walked past before. It wasn't really for him since he already knew self defense, among other fighting techniques. Considering his age... he'd hope that he knew more than one fighting technique.
"Maybe you should go to the high school and talk to the principal. See if they'll let you do a lesson," He tells her. To him? It would be a good thing. "Maybe even see if you can make it a bi-weekly or monthly thing. Have the kids take home permission slips and bring them back signed, that kind of thing. It'd be something to look forward to and you'd probably even have kids who wanted to learn the style you use."