Jecht would watch her from his usual position, leaning against a tree with his hands in his pockets. His head was tilted down and his eyes seemed closed, a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips causing trails of smoke to pour from his nose and the tip of his cigarette. He would watch this Alice girl do her tricks and flips, gymnastics or what ever. It didn't really interest Jecht, but he wondered why she had never shown up to his class and try to put those skills to use. What ever, if she didn't care enough, he wouldn't; like it mattered anyway. He simply stood there inhaling a drag from his cigarette before uttering a few simple words in his deep relaxed voice; smoke coming at as he spoke. "Not bad kid..."