Gertrud opened her mouth to reply, happy to have received such a level response. "Of course n-," and Simone had already brushed past her and started walking off towards wherever stray Simones went to. The smile that had previously graced her face instantly reversed, and she paused a moment to glare in disbelief at how quickly he had simply walked off, [i]again[/i]. It was typical, something she really should have gotten used to at this point, but somehow every time he worked his way under her skin. Worse than people who cut lines or didn't return books, even. In a rare display of a complete ignorance of social protocol, she ignored the others and raced off after her weapon. She caught up fairly quickly. 
"There you go again," she said, slowing to walk beside Simone. "What was going on back there? What's the big rush for?" Her speech stopped abruptly, stemming even more questions before they could be asked. There wasn't really a point to playing twenty questions right now, no matter what kind of mood she was in. She'd made up her mind to follow and let come what may, so at least when the time for class came she'd be at a suitable distance to enforce responsibility on Simone. She fidgeted with her bag a moment, cringing as she discovered that the neatly folded bundles of her suit had gotten disturbed jostling through crowds.
"Forget it," she said, sighing. "'Where are we going', is all I really want to know."