Quinn said she's fine, but Ty still bristles as the girl explains the situation and puts a name to the freshman. Fucking Braydyn. He shakes his head. "Good. Little creep." It's unusual for Ty's feathers to get so ruffled, especially in an aggressive way like this, and even he doesn't seem entirely sure what to do with the feeling. He gives the girl a brief squeeze and exhales a breath and tries to force a smile as he adds, "That's got to be, like...fifty points from Ribbonfin, right?"