Kijani read the note in a state of calm. Outward calm, anyway. Inside, she felt a thousand things at once- anger (how dare he!), sadness (how could she?) disbelief (he wouldn't!), uncertainty (would he?) and a small hint of respect, (well played). If it were just about having her classmates know, then she would have taken her chances. Not all of them would know who her grandmother was. But... to get her hands on the truth? Unfortunately, she was putty in Anthony's hands. Dangerous place to be. 

She let out a silent sigh through her nose. "Hey, Anthony!" She said it loud enough to be heard over the growing argument between the other students. "...well played." She inclined her head to him. "You won it. And that's all that matters, in the long run." She rolled her tongue in her mouth, as if to force out the next words. "I'm sorry for insulting you." The only outward indication of her feelings was an intense gaze, as if she was wishing she was Storm and could call down a thunderbolt from the sky and roast Luthor where he stood.