What does SAT even stand for?

Locke explained his theory on bleeding head injuries to the brunette and she nodded. “That would make plenty of sense. I don’t know why that is for sure either. It could also have to do with the fact that there are tons of blood vessels in your head. All that blood has to have some way to get to your brain.” She tapped the side of her head with her right pointer finger and smiled. “There would be problems if there weren’t enough to help your mind function.

Henrietta shrugged when the boy asked if she’d have a problem seeing Evil Dead. “Well, I’ve heard of it, but never seen it. I’m guessing you have and that it’s very, very gory.” She smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Am I right? If it is, I may not be able to watch it, though I’ve also heard it’s pretty good. I suppose it must be, if someone wanted to make it into a musical. The original if from the early 80s, right?” She may not have seen it, but she still knew horror movies enough to know about the time it had come out.

“All the possible answers to English is what I like though. I hate knowing that there’s like a 1 out of 1,000,000 chance that I’m right about something. It makes it hard to pass tests if you aren’t absolutely sure how to figure out the answer.” The brunette pulled her hair over her left shoulder and ran her fingers threw it as she read another question to herself. It was something she would do absent-mindedly. She hadn’t done it as much since her mutation surfaced, but for some reason studying made the habit come back to her. It kept her hands busy.