[Laslow has every right to be intimidated by his seat partner, a girl in a pristine white uniform with very big... eyebrows. She sits stiffly, giving off some sort of heavy aura that has potential to make lesser people cry. At the young man's attempts at hitting on her, Satsuki actually does spare him a glance with a gaze that is rather... intense. As if she's studying him, judging him.

It's almost as if she's staring into his mind.

Into his very soul.

... And she immediately turns her head away, her tone firm and matter-of-factual:]

The seating arrangements are randomized, so it isn't as if the chances are zero. [Ouch.]