Flint sighed loudly at his weapons rambling "Come on then" He said seemingly back to normal as he grabbed Ilya's hand and helped him up. Looking at the back of her head as it seemed ok. "We should all get to class" Flint said aloud so the others heard. He looked to his watch and grumbled something undistinguishable. He did wonder how half of his 'friends' could ever make co-ordinated movements. They all seemed as co-ordinated as a angry mob. He sighed once again, it was one of his favourite past times.