[With a loud and deeply dramatic groan, Tetsu, in the manner of someone giving up completely on most functions of their existence rather than solely the task at hand, stretches her arms across her desk and slowly lowers her face onto it between them. Her glasses push up onto the top of her head, mussing her hair terribly.]

Math sucks and it's impossible. [She says into the desk.] Whose idea was this stupid equation. Where are they. I just wanna talk. [She moves only her head just enough to look up at Orihime, squinting as her glasses fall crookedly back onto her nose.] Tell me your secrets, Orihime-chan. You're a wizard, aren't you? Or you sold your soul to one.