Miles laughed and shrugged. "I mean, I guess I am? I dunno. I'm good at science," he explained and shrugged. "But everyone goes to school where I come from. It's kind of required." Or else you end up with someone like his father knocking on your door and asking why you haven't been coming to class.
"I like science. Good at science, like I said. I guess English isn't so bad, either. But I hate history. My teacher has a tendency to just go on and on and on about dates and places and I sometimes zone out." Which was why his grade was so bad. He probably needed to work on that when he got back.
Oh. Miles looked around and then grinned, suddenly shooting a web to the nearest wall and using it to pull himself up, sticking to the wall near the top of the building and calling down. He did a little bit of crawling down before leaping off, doing a flip in the air and landing in front of her again. "Spider-powers. There's a few of us here."