Ah, one of the cursed kiddos in the sophomore class. Jupiter has had little exposure to them beyond what her baby brother has said, but it seems like that class has a whole mess of 'em. From what little she knows it's no surprise that not a one of them managed to find their way into Thorntrail. This one, though, seems particularly tense. A familiar Thorntrail-y trait.

"Hey Ducky, it's chill. No worries," Jup returns easily, passing one half-eaten hot dog to one hand, then bending down to pick up the dragot. "Want me to buy you one? They're tasty. A nerve calming hot dog, huh?" Nothing relieves stress like stuffing your face.