It wasn't immediately clear, over the demanding tug and hysterical chatter of his students, that someone was addressing Tony until he happened to look her way and catch her eye, and that was only because Katie's napkinball barrage veered left, caught the wind and showered the otherwise safe corner of the classroom. "Yup," he agreed once he had filtered all of that information out and the napkins were rolling around the lady's feet. Katie darted for them, enthusiastic about solving this problem and projecting her deadliest attack, but stumbled when she got too close to the strange woman and circled shyly instead, picking up the pieces that fell a safe distance away. "Sorry, is one of these yours?" Tony guessed, gesturing vaguely to his assembly and hoping it wasn't the kid sitting dazed in the slushy mud under that tree over there. "Because we're kind of in the middle of something," he continued with a barely apologetic twist of his mouth, and none of the kids seemed to want to claim this guardian immediately. The assembly had spoken. Besides, he was one flick of a rubber band away from launching the perfect, piercing spoon shard, clear across the battlefield and-- oh, right in the meat. The generals crowded closest to Tony at the table went silent, staring across their chaos zone and clearly considering ditching before the victim turned around. "Look busy!" Tony hissed and shoved too many fries into Ahmed's hands, who put them all in his mouth. "No--what?"