Regan braced for the teacher to pick her as the rep. It was going to be troublesome, but if she ended up being it, she'd just have to deal with it. She'd closed her eyes to prepare herself for seeing the teacher pointing directly at her, but when she opened them again, the teacher wasn't pointing at her, but toward the door. Oh, someone had come in late. She looked a little... scruffy? Short and flat, too. Not that she should judge someone by their stature.

She took her seat, anyway, and watched as the girl went up to the front of the class. That stammer and halting speech... she must be shy. But not too shy to ask for a model, apparently. And what was with that smile?! It was weird, definitely weird. Weird like... ooh. They must be kindred spirits... though Regan's was certainly more disciplined.

Class would begin in earnest, soon, she assumed, so she made sure she had her book ready. She'd better pay attention, too, or she might get called on while daydreaming. That wouldn't do at all.