She couldn't help but think that some of her classmates' replies were aimed at her. For some reason they thought she couldn't be happy because she'd grown up like this. That her childhood must all have been awful. The words being sprayed on the wall just made it feel worse, the negative feelings far outweighing the positive ones. Luckily, most people here didn't know she came from a place like this; would they suddenly feel disgusted, scared and unsafe around her if they did? It was an awful thought, and it sat in her stomach like a stone sinking in a pond.

Sam did send a grateful smile at Tia's comment though, and to the boy that agreed with it.

The Professor's next words didn't ease her uncomfort. Getting accustomed to it wasn't a thing. It was what she had; what she made the most of. She wouldn't object to it being made better, of course, but IF and ONLY IF, people thought of the consequences after. There was no point sprucing it all up, building something all nifty and lovely on it, if the people that called it home then couldn't afford to be there any more - just moving somewhere else. Most likely somewhere worse. And that was aside from the fact most of the time it wasn't the people living there that made the mess. It was those that thought they had reason to look past it, and not care.

All these thoughts had put a decided scowl on Sam's face, and she might have been tempted to walk out had this not been the Headmistress' lesson. With a stifled sigh, she tried to think of a time she'd 'volunteered'.

"I 'elp give directions teh lost tourists in Lan-dan sumtimes," she said after a while. It wasn't much, but it was something.