Cara smiled inwardly at Helen's irritation. She concluded that Helen would be a great addition to the party. She swallowed nervously and then turned in her seat to face her classmate. Talking to Helen was a little like poking a bear - you might wind up with Winnie the Pooh... Or a kick in the face. She scanned Helen's face but saw no sign of her lashing out; only annoyance was present in her expression. She managed another almost friendly smile. 

"Will you be coming?" She asked. Cara's fingers played with the sleeve of her jumper, a dead giveaway that she was feeling especially nervous.