Thomas wasn't sure what he was expecting, but a bagged lunch to the face was not very high on the list. he jerked his head back, far from in time, momentarily stunned by the reaction. His cheek burned more with a slight blush than pain, and he raised a hand to cover it, but was beaten to the proverbial punch by Liza.

"My face will be fine," he says, pushing off the locker to follow her, "and nobody seems to know why. Everyone assumes one or all of us is responsible for... what happened. I just wish she had given us more information. Or, y'know, stuck around a bit longer." As much as Thomas was typically reserved, he found it nice that Liza seemed so easy to talk to. It probably helped that he had only conversed at length with himself over the past several days.

"I just wish people would try to figure out the facts before jumping to conclusions. You should hear some of the things people say about us when they think nobody's around to listen," [i]though I suppose you've probably gotten most of it thrown in your face,[/i] he added to himself, trying to remain tactful. If he was going to talk to Liza, he certainly didn't want to come across as one of the rest who just knew her for her reputation. Not that she knew any more about him than he let everyone else know. [i]Whatever, at least she talks to me,[/i] Thomas thought, deciding that the conversation would certainly be more interesting than his afternoon English class, which he'd already done all the work for anyway.