[ For his part, Yingxing somehow manages to make an apology genuine despite the wicked smile on those handsome lips. And for his, Dan Heng somehow, he thinks—he hopes—manages to keep his face from heating up too much as he shakes his head. ]

There's no need for you to apologize, [ he answers, voice quiet, matter-of-fact. ] You weren't responsible for my car breaking down.

[ Ugh, he wants to hit himself with Stelle's baseball bat. He's glad for the question, then, if only because it takes the attention away from the idiotic thing he's said. He coughs, and his fingertips run over the spine of a book. ]

I'm doing a double, [ he explains. ] History with a focus on the homeworld of the Xianzhou, and data analysis. I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with it just yet, but I've learned a lot.