You're a sweet little thing.

A teacher, someone that he'd usually pay no attention to. But the Task Force has been asked to come in to read books and interact with the kids for a bit. It's part of some patriotic initiative, but it's a waste of time in his opinion.

At least he gets to stare at you and he doesn't have to talk.

He wonders, briefly, if you're actually a part of some greater conspiracy. If Makarov has you in his pocket. It's highly unlikely, but the part of his brain that rationalizes and catastrophizes are the same.