Riley didn't really think she was too terrible; this was a common occurrence in his classes at the academy. Command training was filled with a certain breed of Starfleet Cadets, most of which were extremely ambitious, overtly intelligent over-achieving extroverts. Not that he didn't fall into some of those categories, but by comparison he was unimpressive. He was a quiet guy with not-so-much ambition and just enough motivation to do the bare minimum in his tactical stuff. It was communications and diplomatic stuff that he was good at, but to do that he had to suffer through the tactical and command training.
He gave her a somewhat forced half smile, leaning in to whisper to her loudly. "It's Kevin Thomas Riley."