Angelica's eyes followed the boy making his way to the gym, taking note of his unusually high body temperature as steam visibly rose from the top of his head. [i]Right, so we've got both an ice princess and a hothead who've yet to learn some power control.[/i]

"Uh, bro?" She called after him.

If he were to turn around, she would point to her own hair, indicating that he should check his, but if he did not and continued on his way, she would shrug it off and tell herself that someone else would be bound to notice it and tell him. She then turned back to the icy Goth and held her hand out.

"Alright, sure. Pass me your timetable and come with me."