In stark contrast, the kid who slows to a trot beside Armin seems to be in his element. His breathing is deep and even, and he's got the sort of focused expression of someone who gets satisfaction out of athletic pursuits. He's sweating a little, but just a thin sheen, nothing to indicate hard labour so much as a hot and humid surrounding climate. He's up by two laps anyway, since he's been intermittently sprinting just to keep things lively. It won't hurt him to check on a fellow student who looks just about ready to hurl on his running shoes. Might as well distract the guy before he hurts himself.

"Watch out for that snake."