[ Straightening up, Z crosses his arms over his chest, the shell stuck between two fingers. This time, he looks at her from over his sunglasses, looking more serious than he usually does, even in class. ]

Sounds like stress to me. You don't trust us to keep you guys safe?

[ He's been working with the Headmaster to help with the warding of the school. After all, he had some pretty solid abilities that could add another layer of protection.

Still, there was something there that got his attention further. ]

Do you think she's targeting werewolves in particular?