The pink haired Fern was stomping mad, some damage was accumulating on the floor as she shook her fist at the blonde guy. Hmph, acting like he was better than her, looking like a typical slacker. Nearby, Jane was folding her exam paper up and into the shape of a crown, much to the supervisor's visible dismay. And the certain Ishvalan boy...

Internally feeling just too guilty at being nothing but a bystander...he froze up immediately, when the attention was redirected to him by the victim. The attention...it was making the bandaged part of his head itch. Flinching back at the hand, eyes darting from hand to face to hand suspiciously, before he inclined his head carefully and answered rather stiffly, "Likewise, then, Aldis...I am Moor."