The questions came in such rapid fire, that she had to pause to think on how to answer them. "I'm a Junior, grade 11. School's okay. I mean, some people are nice, some people are rude," that was subtly directed at the guy who just got bumped. All his papers spilled everywhere. "I just transferred recently. I'm not a native," she said cryptically. She wasn't exactly sure how to answer that last question, because it half didn't make sense, but luckily there was a wonderful distraction to keep her from having to.
Some guy in flannel with glasses bumped into Bart.
She wasn't particularly familiar with the guy who'd bumped into them, but was more than happy to wave from behind Bart when he introduced them both. "Hello," the greeting came cheerfully. "It's a little tight between classes," she said apologetically to the Freshman. She then looked up again at the guy with the glasses. They'd magically managed to stay on despite all the jostling. She was somewhat impressed.