There's a little rush of excitement, passing notes back and forth, the nervousness of unfolding it both to keep it properly hidden and to see the written answer she was hoping for. Ava clutches the paper, smiling...

And then the door to the classroom swings open. The teacher stops writing on the board, all the students turn their heads to observe the man in the suit in the doorway, looking a bit out of place in a school. Even when not actively trying to look like an agent, Ava always recognizes them on sight. She slinks down in her seat, knowing she can't flicker invisible as much as she'd like to right now.

"May I help you?" the teacher asks.

Though she's mostly ignored. "Ms. Starr," and then the students look around in confusion, who is that? But his gaze remains pointed right at her. "Your father," and oh how she winces at that. Knows it's part of her cover story, having parents, "is on the phone. Come down to the office." Ava gives Dex a very apologetic look, scrambling to grab her things as students whisper. Who is that girl? She knows she's in trouble, and delaying won't do her any good to get out of it.

'Lunch,' she silently mouths at Dex, hopeful he'll still want to meet her then.