Kijani arched an eyebrow at him. "Yes, Kalinda was on the ship, too." She shrugged her shoulders. "So what if she knows? If she was going to tell, we'd be in interrogation or expelled by now." She followed Flood's gaze to Kalinda, watching the girl slip a note into the chair she'd just occupied. "Tch. Obviously she just wants our attention. You need to calm yourself. We don't bend to anyone else's threats." She paused, thinking. "Well, I don't, anyway. This is a classic ploy. She thinks she has power, but she doesn't. If she tells the Headmaster, her only bargaining chip vanishes. She's working us because she thinks we are easily intimidated." A brilliant grin graced her features, but there was something close to deadly in her eyes. "Let the amateur do what she wishes, and I will reel her in when I choose to do so." To Flood, she gave a softer gaze. 

"Seriously, relax. The worst thing you can do in a chess move is overplay your hand. I am fine, which means you will be too." She patted his shoulder, then went back to the table, folding Kalinda's note into a paper crane with a delicate touch of her power, then making sure it was obvious when she crushed it in her hand. 

"What were you up all night doing, Connor? You look kinda beat."