Dezba was doing her best to not get angry and whatever had placed her in this situation. She knew that if she got angry, she'd cry and that would be misinterpreted as weakness. She couldn't let herself be weak.

But when the other girl offers help, Dezba gives her a look positively brimming with thanks. "Yes, help would be appreciated. As for where we are...I don't know. I've never been to a school before, Ajei taught me everything on the road."

She's never seen a locker before. Locks, yes, but this particular item? Not at all.