[i]"...It doesn't matter if you go out of your way to get me in trouble. There is no leverage you can put on me that will actually place me in a state of fearing a person such as those in this classroom."[/i]
Mechanical. She could handle threats well enough at this point, though she was still rather retracted by the reaction itself. She must have done it wrong once again, but it was what it was...Her gaze hit downwards as she sighed, pen dropping as her expression became distant -- just as it always was. Through her eyes, she was looking through a mirror that showed a whole other world. She'd never understand it, would she?...With that notion in mind, she sat back in her seat and placed her hands in her lap in an attempt to curl back up. First attempt to speak to another human being in months and it had ended up with her feeling confused, dejected, and all in all not wanting to speak anymore.

Unfortunately, she was polite.

[i]"...I'm not aware of whatever title you have. The name is Eika Munashii. Keep the stupid dog if you want, I only make them in my free time."[/i]
And on that notion? She willingly handed it over, dropped it onto his shoulder, let it hop down onto his desk and become still in order to retain a quiet stance -- up until it curled up and began to fold in on itself in order to reform into what could very well be used as a pencil holder. Calling it stupid may have been unfair...But...She was already feeling stupid for even bringing it along to her today in school. She'd just wanted something familiar, and it too had failed to work. So now she withdrew and went back to square one. Maybe work out the kinks in the plan, try again, and maybe, just maybe, [b]actually connect someone.[/b] The awkwardness had set in already, and she doubted the conversation'd last its pre-deigned lifespan now that she'd dropped a mechanical puppy that double-functioned as a case holder onto his desk. So now, it was time to simply drop her attention back to her books -

...Ah...Right, right. She just now realized she forgot to do something important in return for what he said.

[i]"...It's...nice. To meet you."[/i]

...It felt so strange saying that...But it was the norms in courtesy, so it had to be done, lest she betray what little upbringing she'd had before...ahem. The smallest notion of white cloth -- bandages -- poked out from the right arm of her shirt, unnoticed, failing to be tugged in, and...in all honesty? Showing an unfortunate bit of red on them for the recent issue that'd come. All she could wonder on at the time was when their next teacher would come in, who it would be, and if they'd be half as rude as the last disturbing example of a human being that had taken his leave was.