She sets them down, and, in the relatively empty classroom, sits, heavily, on a desk, rubbing at her temple-- the mask she'd been keeping briefly failing her. In the silence, the vibration of her phone is unmistakable.

Even now, it's a little overwhelming to hear Orion.

"Forgive me. I need a moment. Something... Something happened." Some kind of contact poison? No, no, Orion isn't wearing gloves.

Something about her senses is... Different.