Marsha
He flicked his tired eyes down at Margarita's hand, not caring for her stretched arm in display, but more uncertain about accepting her grubby hand. Then his gaze followed up to her face to read her expression suspiciously. At first he didn't want to accept her hand before subjecting himself in a 1 second mental process, then finally he comes to an agreement that this is probably a proper courtesy. Even though she may come back shanking him in the back, at least he would have shown some decency.

"Please to meet you, Margarita," Vance says politely, giving her a firm but gentle handshake. "Hopefully your temporary stay at Newton's Cradle has been gracious for you?"

Even though the large majority in this shit hole carried a good pack of assholes, it wouldn't hurt to just be somewhat kinder. This was one of the rare opportunities to meet someone decent other than that cheesy Uriel. 

His hand slipped away from Margarita's hand to take the cup of coffee. While she was having another silly spatter with Silo, he uses this opportunity to take a few sips of bittersweet liquid. When they finished, Vance was already half done with his coffee.

"A little friendly word of advice..." Vance said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Please try to tone down your unruly activities that go against the rules. It would be in your favor to not be so open about it near strangers or 'chattier' company. If word gets out on the intranet, a bunch of idiots would have your ass handed to the authorities."

With plenty of experience being ignored and brushed aside many times, Vance was uncertain if Milo or Margarita was listening to him. Even if they did fail to consider his warnings, at least he could say that he tried to inform them.

"Lately there have been a lot of unlawful activities happening on the schoolground," Vance continued, sounding a bit more serious. "There are more surveillance cameras being placed up now to keep tabs on the students. It didn't help much that someone was killing and leaving animal carcasses to rot in the woods."

Vance's tired blue eyes narrows as he glances at his own reflection in his coffee mug for a second, then downs it before setting it back on the counter. "And someone pissed Oliver off and he's much crankier than usual... So try stay clear from him for now until all this blows over... Hopefully.
John
"You too, friend. Aaand you can call me 'stretch', it's good enough." The handshake went through, and she let her hand return to herself, her smile persisting. "Same thing applies to you by the way, Silas. Any name works *Except* 'Margie'." She answered back in a friendly manner except the last two words, a firm tone taking over it.

While Vance sipped his coffee and she was busy flipping off an annoyed Silas, she immideately regretted her decision as she was put off balance as her arm was pulled like a rope, almost falling off the sofa too. She could only respond with a string of Italian profanities as she let her other arm slink back to herself, her body now back to its regular proportions as if she was a human and not a parahuman.

"People here snitch? Damn, that,'s sad. BUT I'll keep it in mind, *Grazie*." She answered back, leaving the last inch of cigarette for Silas, another outstretched arm handing it over to him.

"Well- yeah, I'm here smoking your cigarette with Silas and he's over there making crack, which he can't even do properly. Maybe there's predatory animals outside?" She answered, refusing to believe the implications. "It's possible, you know. We're in a remote part of Isakstad."

Half-intending to show off and half-needng to let out some strain and let some kinks in her back go, she stood up and bent her body backwards, her torso yielding as her back folded into itself. Her outstretched arms that were high up in the air soon touched the ground.

"Oh, him. Never got to meet him. Is he nicer than the security guards though?" She asked, unfolding her torso but then proceeded to do some torso twists, except that her version involved twisting her torso a while 180 and even a few 360s.

Showoff...
Christi
◆ "Aye, fair enough, even though it's a goddamn shame people don't know how to not be snitches." Silas groaned as he pushed himself back to his feet, shined platforms squeaking lightly against the tile floor. "Then again, think I'm part of that problem, though the only person it's hurting is me, so fuck it."

□ Stomach grumbling, it'd taken a cigarette instead of nine solid hours of explosions and other miscellaneous chemistry experiments to really wake Silas the fuck up to his hunger. Ferocious, it tore at his gut like a cancer, and thus he figured he might as well grab something from the Cafeteria. Beforehand, though, he stretched, let out a loud groan, and looked down at Margie, who apparently didn't care for the nickname.

▪︎ That'd be something to address another day.

◆ "Aye, okay, I get it. Anyways, I'm out, stomach's demanding I grab a bite to eat. Take it easy, y'all."

▪︎ And with that he'd leave the way he came.
Marsha
Vance watches the short Silas makes his way to the cafeteria that left him alone with Margarita. "I don't know what else to say to you Margarita... I cleaned up the remains and had discovered cuts made by a knife. There were too many carcasses left in the forest... It was a pain in the ass to clean it up," Vance said, glancing down at the time on his cellphone. "This place isn't a normal prison for delinquents..." He stated, looking a bit disappointed at her. "There are teenagers here who have unnatural abilities that can harm others. If you pay closer attention at the destruction being caused, maybe you might get the hint?"

Vance pockets his phone. "Stay safe, Margarita... Maybe we'll meet some time later?" He said, now leaving her be to do her stretches.

This was his cue to make his leave to catch his next class on time. It was a lucky moment for him to bail before he starts getting annoyed with her company.

His steps were light, gentle and yet a little quick when he leaves Margarita alone in the room.