"Heh.Yeah, I guess that's about the right answer." He gives another short laugh and glances down at his coffee mug before pushing himself up out of his chair.

"'Course if you think you can just give a bunch of 'right' answers you're gonna have a rough time." He paces a few steps, free hand in his pocket and gesturing with the one holding his drink. "There's no textbooks in this class, no quizzes, no questions and no grades. It's pass or fail, that's it, and the only way you pass is if you convince me you can cut it, and I'm not gonna make that easy on you."

He comes to a stop in front of Kamala's desk, nodding at her.

"That sound fair to you?"