Indigo glances back towards the retreating backs of the cheerleaders when Ian assures Kaycee, and indirectly her, that he is fine, before making some snide remark about them. She frowns very slightly, but it is gone as she pulls back that accustomed mellow of smile of hers, the sort that just seems to radiate relaxation and generally helps to give others this feeling that everything is going to be okay. It's probably because the smile gives the idea that she is fully confident that everything is perfectly fine, so confident that it must be true. She looks back towards him, raising one defined eyebrow at his commenting on them being failed government experiments, and then his follow up statement on them being destined for a bad future. Even though he slides in a sweet enough compliment to Indigo and Kaycee with this statement, she feels rather ill at ease with his words. She may have her own biases, everyone does, but she tries her best to remain relatively friendly with as many people as possible. It isn't always completely possible, especially when those people make a point of distancing themselves from people like her, but she finds that it makes life a lot more fulfilling.
"Thanks, Ian, but that's kind of a generalization, isn't it?" she says in a calm voice, closing her locker and leaning lazily against it. This isn't going to be a popular opinion with the group she is among, she knows, because ruling classes don't have exclusive ownership rights to prejudice. As if to soften her comment, Indigo smiles again and shrugs, running her hands through her hair, which is still wet from her morning shower. The attention from her statement is taken, anyway, by Kaycee, when the girl proceeds to lean down to fix her shoe before slipping in a way that almost looks like a cartoon character, landing directly on her backside and prompting an undercurrent of laughter and whispers from the surrounding students. Indigo glances over at them with a gaze so serious that it actually hushes a few, if only because people aren't always very accustomed to seeing that particular young woman with a foul expression on her face.
When Kaycee brings attention to her bag, Indigo can't help but smile at her, because, as mentioned before, she loves to watch people talk with passion. Kaycee has such an animated way about her that just watching her speak makes Indigo feel both refreshed and a little bit energized herself. Unlike Kaycee, she lacks any talent for clothing, and most of her clothing comes from thrift stores and sales racks anyway. It isn't that her parents don't give her money for working for her to get clothing with, but that she'd rather save as much as possible to by that new board she's been looking at, or some replacement wheels, or pay for the next Yoga session. Clothing just isn't a major priority to her, and it never has been, to be honest.
"It's very pre-" Indigo begins, but then she catches Kaycee muttering the word Drones, something clearly aimed towards most of the student body. This pulls a sigh out of the mellow young woman, who runs her hands through her hair again and studies her feet, and by extension the sandals they are wrapped in, before deciding to speak.
"People are all paper from a distance, Kaycee," she reminds her in a soft voice, before smiling again and rolling her neck, which is feeling rather stiff at the moment. "You're making people into who you expect them to be," she adds in an almost scolding tone, before shrugging and, far more passively, tagging "Well, Maybe, anyway," onto her statement.
Not that she can talk, having a certain prejudice towards the preps.