She raised a brow at him. She was used to people pretending not to feel, but his unaffected air piqued her. Oh yes, little prince. She would see you react in some fashion. This was a challenge to her very nature! It couldn't go unanswered now could it?

She sat down in the seat beside him, dropping her lone duffel bag at her feet. It didn't even look particularly full. She crossed her legs toward him (she was wearing jean shorts that looked like in another life they'd been a full pair of jeans, and a Rammstein concert t-shirt), elbow on the shared arm rest, she props her chin on her fist. She leans into his personal space, looking at his text book. Her hair falls over her shoulder, more than likely utterly in his face, or close enough to annoy. Hi friend. Pay attention to me. I will not be ignored.