"You seem troubled," Logistician observes, raising an eyebrow at you. They were supposed to help you in understanding a certain topic, but currently, you're sitting in an empty classroom, and the atmosphere is tense and awkward.

Everything was supposed to be relatively okay, but of course, fate wouldn't be so kind. Just before that, a nasty situation happened, ruining your mood completely. So now you can't focus on the task properly, and they noticed it, no matter how much you tried to hide it.

"We can't continue like that." Logistician sighs, stopping with attempts to pull you into work. They close the notebook and carefully move it aside, along with papers and pens, instead folding their hands together on the desk. They're not the best candidate to be a psychologist, however, they can't help but be actually concerned about you. More like studying, but you personally, too. "Now, what happened?"