Winter knew he was being baited, and while he wasn't a naturally patient person it had been driven into him his whole life when he needed to be and he held out for a good long while. As she finally stepped aside he moved past her to drop his bag with a scoff. Took her long enough.

He sat down, taking out the necessary books. It could have been just foolish stubbornness, but that defiant look she gave had him doubting, deep down, if he'd handled that interaction correctly. While extremely unlikely it was still possible he had just botched meeting some important figure's kid- this was Everwave, after all. Had he made a bad call? He couldn't exactly ask- it would either give away the fact he didn't know or give the impression that he cared.

"You're certain you're in the right class? You're new?" he finally settled for, spoken as flatly as he could.