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"Someone's gotta keep everyone in tightly packed boxes, right?" Sawyer responds with a smile, probably not considering the fact that they are still, to some extent, Malcolm's friends. "Tough job, but it needs to be done," she adds, pulling a solemn face for a moment before her smile cracks out again, like a curtain moving slightly to reveal the outdoors that it had been hiding all along. Of course, as far as hiding things goes, her expressions aren't the best at it- she can be read like a book, after all, and is constantly reminded of this by those who are around her. On the bright side, it means that she's a lot less complicated and people don't run the risk of her going behind their back or hiding things. On the other hand, surprise parties are not her forte, and generally she has to arrive with the birthday person, or avoid the person all week, for fear of letting on what's about to go down. Sure, she's honest, but she is terrible with anything that is at the front of her mind: the only secrets she can keep are the ones she doesn't care about, like whom she has heard whispering about cheating on who, etc.

She tries to focus more on the work, and succeeds to some extent, but her attention is drawn towards a bird flying past the window, which she quickly sketches, or a person reading under their breath. While Sawyer doesn't quite give up, it becomes clear that she isn't really putting her all into trying to pay attention to the work, even though she really wants to. Her eyes are pulled towards Malcolm's hand, which is flipping through pages of a book that it is filled to the brim with mathematical equations and such. Her impressed expression returns, an eyebrow raising as she leans towards him slightly to look into the book. "And they say Jocks are boneheads. Are those plays?" she asks, noticing a note that looks like it has to do with actually playing something related to the math.