Come to think of it, recently a lot of his students have been showing up to class injured. Whenever he asked how they got hurt, usually he got the same answer: the combat teacher. Now, being an ex-major, Armstrong knew a thing or two about combat. Injuries were prone to happen, sure, but that didn't mean people, especially students, should be pushed to the point of severe injury. That said...Armstrong held this school in high regard. As such, if they did not fault with this Miss...Shego's methods, then he would just keep his trap shut and put up with it...for now at least.

Alex, surprisingly enough, did not notice her sit down. It's not until she leans over the table and grabs his book that he is finally aware of her presence. Despite this, he doesn't yell or make any attempt to stop her, mostly because he figures she'll put it down eventually (hopefully with nothing new written in it).

...the meathead quip does hurt a bit, not that he'll show it. "Not much at the moment, I'm afraid. I have a class in a half hour, without a break until two hours later, so I figured it would be a wise decision to eat lunch now." okay, so far so good. He can totally be polite to her, no problem. "And my name is Armstrong. Alex Louis Armstrong."