"You know, I think Charles pays someone to mow the lawn," Raven greeted, making her away across the field. She'd seen him from her room, and realised idly that she hadn't really seen him move. Or, for that matter, communicate with any of the others. Considering there weren't exactly a lot of them, that was quite the trick. So either he was overwhelmed by the whole thing, which she wouldn't doubt - Charles and Erik had a way about them that could be a little overwhelming at times - or he was just antisocial. Which begged the question why he was at a burgeoning school for gifted youngsters.

"Either way, I'm pretty sure you don't have to tear it out. I'm not sure that's helping," she went on, laughing softly as she sat herself down next to him, pushing blonde hair back out of her face as she did so. She wasn't aware he couldn't see; she had no idea that her perpetual mask wasn't much good around him. And yet, it was up all the same.