Kalinda giggled at Dimitri's awkwardness, smiling once more, she went to speak, when suddenly, she felt a cool breath, and with shock, she leaped off the desk, pulling her skirt down, and holding it to her body, staring wide eyed at the guy that had practically suffocated on her skirt, her breathing fast and shallow. 

Her reaction seemed more than it should have been, and Kalinda had soon calmed down, but didn't return to the desk, looking aside, a faint blush on her cheeks. [color=f49ac2]"its...its okay. Um"[/color] she shifted, and shifted to it on a chair, brushing back her hair, before hugging herself, not looking at anyone, but rather, at the desk once more. 

She fell silent, and it would be hard to tell if she was just waiting for someone else to talk and break the awkwardness, or if she seemed to be upset by what had happened. Either way, she seemed to have deflating, the sudden sociability and good  nature gone as suddenly as it had appeared. She was staring at the desk, but her gaze seemed far away, as if she was in her own thoughts. 

Indeed she was, and they weren't pleasant thoughts, based on past events that she'd rather put behind her, but that always seemed to come back to her mind when things like this triggered her. She sighed softly, risking a glance at the others as well as around the rest of the classroom. 

She decided she wouldn't risk wearing a skirt again, not wanting something like this to happen once more. She hadn't even given it a thought when she had sat on the desk, merely had just sat down.