Sally isn't the type to look for labels, even though she is a teenager and high school is supposed to be filled with them. She won't think Peter a punk even if he did skate right here and now. She doesn't let a label be the first, or even second, thing she thinks of a person. Mostly right now she just thinks he's adorkable.

"Oh," she looks down at her work before looking back up at him. "I don't mind honestly. This stuff wasn't sinking in five minutes ago, and I doubt it'll sink in now." Her head tilts slightly and her smirk turns into a small smile. "I had a feeling you went there, too."

Sally tends to tune out the hallways at Looney. It isn't rare for her to be walking through them and completely miss someone saying hi to her from five feet away.

When he picks up the skateboard she hears what he has to say and the 'came with me' comment sails over her head. Instead of asking where he's from or anything of the sort, she nods. "Sometimes you need something other than your feet around here. Especially to get around all the idiots that don't know where they're going. And...it's good to have something that's yours."

Not that she has a lot of possessions herself, but what she does have gives her a bit of comfort in the fact that they are hers.