Some of the audience join in. She releases the bullied boy's collar. "Sure thing," she manages through wheezes. "I don't want any trouble." Her laughter redoubles. She staggers away. The bullied boy picks up his bag and starts gathering the contents. "Th-thank you," he stutters. "I-I'm," he looks at you, but blushes and looks away. "I'm Kylar." You thought he was younger than you, but he seems the same age. He's just small. He turns and runs.