When she says she's been here for most of the class, Derek feels guilty all over again. He'd come in late; why hadn't he noticed her? Had he really been that far up his own ass and that lost in his own thoughts that he'd completely missed Katniss when he'd come in? He really hopes that by "most" she means that she came in late, too, and hopefully later than he had. At least then he's just unobservant and not a complete asshole.

He nods. "Yeah, I finished it," he whispers. "I'll just turn it in before I head to breakfast in the morning. Then, I guess, we hope for the best."

Not that he has high hopes. Derek has a feeling that even though he's stacked the deck in his favor, the Computer is equally as likely to take his findings and make a necessary change as It is to scrap his findings and pretend he never did the study at all to maintain the status quo. He hopes his work actually accomplishes, but he isn't going to hold his breath. If he gets him nowhere, though, Derek already knows he'll be less and less engaged in this place than he already is. The people are the only thing that keep him from hating this place to its very core. The fact that they took away his wolf is the only thing that keeps most of the Alphas alive, at this rate, because he's angry...all the time. Except when he's in bed with Katniss and there are only so many hours of the day they can get away with that.