Maybe, yes.

She's curious nonetheless and, well, this is as good a time as any to get to know Cally, she's been meaning to.

"Hi, there. You're Cally, right?"

"Yeah. Hi. I think you're in my math class...?"

"I am! I'm the girl with the weird name, my name's Sadde."

"Sadde. Sadde. Hm, yeah, that's a pretty weird name. No offense."

"None taken, I never did get to ask my mum why she chose it."

Cally shrugs. "I knew a guy named Escobar once. Like the drug cartel guy. And that was his first name, not his last. People give people weird names sometimes."

"I think Escobar isn't actually that uncommon in Spanish, but I'm not sure. Mine's totally just made up though."

"I wouldn't know Spanish names, I'm from this town in Maine and it's like 95% white guys."

"Guys, in particular? Must suck."

She gives a snort of laughter. "95% white people. Guys as generic people-referencing word."

She grins. "Yeah, that wouldn't be stable at all, unless they were all gay. Now there's a thought, a whole town full of gay men."

"You mean a military base? Minus the gay part."

"How sure are you of that?"

Eye roll. "Minus the all gay part. I've got to get to class, talk to you later maybe."

She grins. "Later."

Cally goes to class. Showing absolutely no subtle signs of an injury.

Mmhm. She'll definitely look into that later.

Class is uneventful, if you don't count gossip and rumors.

Ooh what gossip?

Cally's whole family goes camping trips almost every weekend and there is speculation that she's part of a cult or something.

...that's kinda mean.

High school gossip, kind of mean? Shocking. Truly shocking. How else do you explain - various small quirks that are not particularly culty.

She is very unimpressed with their inference skills.

Cally is strange sometimes, that's all they're saying. Wandering around the town at night for example.

Oh no. Does she perhaps have other harmless hobbies, like knitting or playing video games?