Tension is high on the Queens College campus, and Lisa is no exception; finals are looming and with all this Different business, she's had a little less time to study than she'd like. Granted, she could absolutely turn in work on LOUDER as evidence of music study, but that didn't help her in humanities classes. That, however, suddenly seems less important as she recognizes the figure in front of her, and jerks to a stop, someone bumping into her from behind, not that she has the free brainpower to even think about apologizing. Run? Or stay? What would he-

-ah. Well. She had a suspicion she wasn't getting out of this, and as the rain plinked off her umbrella, her eyes narrowed, grip on it tightening. "Sure. What's on your mind, sir?" Maybe if she was polite and didn't outwardly look like she'd scream (or punch him, but that didn't seem likely to work either), it'd be over faster. Or he'd be nicer. Either or, really.