Her eyebrows shoot up towards her hairline, a surprised laugh escaping her when he comes up with that question. At work, it's funny but Bill has always given off this air of competence and seriousness and dedication, albeit in a veneer of cool that would've sunken envy into the hearts of many of her classmates. Just, effortlessly cool.

Except she realises now that maybe he is a bit of a dork.

"I thought our job was to make sure the students aren't stirring trouble," she points out slowly, like she is explaining it to someone confounded. Maybe he is. Maybe the kids got to him.