Mary Grace raises her eyebrows and starts to circle the two teachers, like a lioness just teasing her prey. She leans in close to Mr. Berzelius and taps his glass eye. It doesn't glow. Which is a shame. Could've flung it at some monster's head.

"I bet we can find out when it is if we find his phone," she suggests. She has not felt the need to explain how these memory things work. Chanel's smart, she can figure it out after they've violated a teacher's privacy.