"Ah," I nod, bowing my head a bit to hide my smile. I've been told I smile too much, and I have been trying to break, or at least hide, the habit. "That machine has been known to do that."

I manage to reign my rebellious smile in, and am able to look up again, though I feel my eyes may still be betraying me (far too honest). "I don't think messing with the wires will help though."

I take a step closer, keeping one hand in my pocket, my posture a bit slouched, as I rest one hand against the machine, at this sort of closeness I can see that this student is in dead around as young as me, not older, like the post graduates.

He is also... hn. I suppose the word is handsome? I rather appreciate the streak of white in his hair. I wonder what the story is behind it, as it is not a nature sort of graying.

"I was just on my way out to get something to eat, if you were still interested in food."

Too bold. Far too forward.

I inwardly curse myself, but let my invitation stand. I can make some excuse, should he scoff at me.