He frowns a little when she clears him a space anyway, but sits. Mostly so he can lean over the table to watch as she flips through the atlas and makes notations.

"Yeah, mostly," he confirms her guess in good humor. He'd always done decently enough in school, but the physics and advanced mathematics and such involved in qualifying to pilot take a lot of slowing down on his part to comprehend. And slowing down is not a thing he does very easily on his own, which is why Armin's been tutoring him in the evenings. None of this, though, is anything he recognizes having studied during the day. Not yet, anyway.

"Is that what all this is?" he asks, "Homework?"