[He's got sticky hands and monstrous strength for a fifteen year old boy--those are certainly two very special things. At least Gemma didn't overestimate how much force it would take to pull herself up, else she might have fallen face-first into the ground this time. As things are, she rubs her fingers together, glad they aren't sticking together.]

That we are. [Fully recovered, she finally offers a smile and her hand forward in greeting.] I know we're supposed to do the silly game, but it will be much easier to just tell you my name, and I don't think the RA is looking. I'm Gemma.