Indigo's gaze quickly shifts from Jacob to Ian and the gaggle of girls, cheerleaders to be specific, who watch him fall and burst into a shower of giggles so sharp that it might as well be daggers. Her first reaction is to think of that sort of rain which seems to cut into your skin, and she can't help but be thankful that there isn't any wind to make the effects of it worse. This is temporary, though, as she notices what seems to be a sigh escaping from Mikaela Chandler's mouth, the lack of reaction or attempt to aid serving as that wind which she had previously thought absent. Didn't they use to be really close when we were kids? Indigo wonders to herself. She went to school with most of these people, but in elementary school had been more interested in surfing, skating, and her younger brother than in her fellow classmates. Still, the girl does remember things about others, and drifted friends tend to make her a little bit sad, despite the fact that it is perfectly normal and feeling down about it is just unnecessary nostalgia. Her first instinct, seeing the scene, is to go over to the young man, but she stops mid step at the sight of Ian getting off of the ground by himself and apparently muttering something under her breath.
"I do wish that they could find a less. . .cruel way of supporting their own self esteem, or relieving frustration," the young woman agrees with Jacob, pushing a bit of hair out of her eyes and seeing that Ian is actually on his way over to them, which makes sense because his locker is right here. As soon as he arrives, she opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again when he begins to speak immediately and with a sort of purpose, though the subject does not seem as urgent as his expression would make it out to be. Still, it is rather curious- a person who looks exactly like Jacob?
"Looks like you have a doppleganger, then? One of you'll have to absorb the weaker one," Indigo mentions in a voice that is slightly far off, as she recalls briefly some show that she had seen a long time ago, which had such a premise. More prevalent matters come back to mind, however, when she notices that Ian's glasses are broken, a small crack striking through one lens.
"Right, are you o-" Indigo begins, but Kaycee, a familiar and ever-cheerful face, bounces into the growing little cluster -growing but not large- and greets all of them with her usual enthusiasm. Indigo can't help but smile at the young woman's constant energy, which is always refreshing. Of course, she herself is not quite as energetic, being a far more mellow sort of person, but it is not unusual to admire in others what one lacks themselves. Besides, the girl always seems to have such passion, which Indigo has always liked in a person.
"Good morning," she greets Kaycee in response, before turning her attention back to Ian to wait for his response to the bubbly young woman's question. It occurs to her that he may not want to talk about having been tripped -he had been rather quick to bring up an alternative subject upon coming over- but she doesn't want to simply assume these things. For now, she seems distracted by the crack in his glasses more than anything, only looking away to survey Mikaela's group with raised eyebrows as they walk by.