James stared at the piece of paper, reading the words--before he could finish reading, another female describing herself as "Ashley," caught the notebook before him. He pressed his chin against his neck, letting his mouth becovered by his scarf. The warm comfort of the soft fabric against his lips eased his mind. All these [i]females[/i]. They reminded him of his sister. They looked nothing like her, but they did give him memory flashbacks. He took the notebook at last and jotted several words, "My name is James. Why are we here?" 

He could feel himself being drawn to the Latin language around Katherin. Why would his mind be racing in a dead language? Quid Latine? His mind normally only thought so fatifer when he was concentrating on a specimen in the lab. And, around his sister...

He shoved the notebook back to Katherin. He seemed rude and egotistical the way he just let loose of the notebook. He must have looked like an asshole. He had been feeling more and more like one the less and less the voice let him think. His chin sank back into his scarf, where his warm breathes isolated themselves between his teeth, tongue, lips and scarf.