Unteacherlike, indeed. Effy watches her for a moment -- it wouldn't be the first time she'd gotten slack advice from a teacher. But this woman...she wouldn't have expected that, from her. She has a look about her, a sort of 'I follow all the rules' air.

But, hey. Looks can be deceiving.

"One hell of a teacher, aren't you," she observes, exhaling smoke with a wry smile.

Maybe she would've fit in well, at Roundview. Maybe. But then -- did anyone? Did any of them? Disaffected youths and even more disaffected teachers. Legendary rule-breakers and career slackers. No one really wanted to be there, did they. Not a one.

"Must be tough." If they were anything like the people she knew, at least.