Kat showed a surprisingly level of confusion with the American class system as he did which was rather reassuring to see, he wasn’t the only one in the dark here. “I believe I’m a Sophmore as well, at least that’s what my paperwork says. But who knows, maybe counting is just a little too logical for the Yanks. They certainly haven’t got the easiest system to understand” he replied back to Kat, somewhat smirking at the sheer stupidity of the system. It never ceased to amaze him how some people managed to take something excessively simply and complicate it just to inflate their own ego, as if to try and increase how fancy their schooling system was.

He saw the tall guy hand his only pen across to the short-ass and laughed inwardly as he heard it was the guy's only pen, what sort of muppet brought that many books but only one pen? He also saw them seemingly play with the pen between them and he though [i] awww how cute, the two like each other [/i] and a slight smile danced across his face breaking his somewhat gloomy mood. However that slight burst of extended thought processes backfired as the needles started jabbing again in his head albeit slightly reducing due to the ever increasing dulling effects of the paracetamol. “So where in Australia do you hail from and what’d you do wrong to get sent off here?” he asked Kat, turning to look at her once again, glad that the conveniently sized student in front of him blocked the view of the teacher although Kat would probably have to be more vigilant.