Phoebe blinked. She had just gotten so use to having the other students at the school come from known super families, and she winced, realising she shouldn't assume that. Still, Devika didn't have to have acted like that. "I wouldn't dream to think that everyone was like me" She said, her tone cool, "I grew up in an orphanage, and until recently, didn't know who my father was and, only knew who my mother was because she sent me a letter when I was five, and she's not exactly a hero. I shouldn't have assumed you had super parents, but you didn't have to react like that. I was trying to be friendly, I won't make the mistake of trying next time" 

She turned and started away to Dr Connors class, walking faster then she normally did. What was the point of trying to talk with more people? She was angered that, judging by the way Devika had said that she guess her parents were heroes, she assumed Phoebe would be a brat because of it. And really, what did the girl expect, when most were the offspring of at least one super parent? It hadn't been an unreasonable question. Al Phoebe had wanted was to know, so she didn't make a fool of herself. Well, that worked great, She thought bitterly, sitting in her usual seat in Dr Connors class and waiting out the lesson. 

When it was over, she headed to lunch, not feeling in the mood now to try and talk with anyone else besides Katherin or Ryan. She grabbed some food, and found a table, but found she wasn't very hungry. She played with the necklace Ryan had given her, and pondered what to do.