Andrew
Light filters in through the blinds to an otherwise dimly lit room. Streaks of sunlight, made visible by dust floating gently through the room, strike the tall stacks of paper standing throughout the small space, producing blinding white in the dim gray office.

The sound of pen scratching paper fills the air. Mr. Cantor is sitting at his desk, reading glasses on, looking more dishevelled and serious than usual. He finishes scrawling on one piece of paper, files it away, then begins the next, and so it goes on - work, in the worst sense of the word. At a glance, he's exhausted.

It's his office, but judging by the dust and cobwebs and massive stacks of paper, he hasn't used it in a while. Still, that's where he's found now - deeply immersed in his job.
Marsha
Lost as ever about the school's system, Raizel was not sure of herself if she should bother a colleague for her request. Lately she was immersing herself with hands-on crafts to keep herself sane while she stayed trapped in this confinement. The soft padding sounds of her mukluks coming down the hall which soon stopped by the door. Her head tilt at the sound of pen scratching on paper on the other side of the framework. Her round, glowing eyes flittered when they blinked before narrowing curiously. Rai steps closer towards the door with her gloved hand reaching out for the door knob. Her hand paused. Her eyes stared at it to realize it is shaking. What was she suppose to do? Walk in or knock? After debating on other options, Rai knocks on the door.
Andrew
Mr. Cantor practically crumbles at the sound of someone knocking at the door. Knocking at the door probably means more work from the Deans. More work is something he does not have the capacity to deal with right now - he can barely deal with what he already has.

He can't exactly say no, though. He puts his pen down, straightens his hair a smidge, and walks to the door to open it himself. At least that's a small break. He slowly turns the door handle and opens the door.

As the light from the hallway washes into the room, his face immediately lights up. "Oh!" He exclaims, surprised, "Please, come in. I'll turn on the lights, one sec." He spends about three seconds fiddling with the light switch as he gestures for Raizel to walk in. 

"Sorry about the mess. I'll make some space so you can sit down."
Marsha
At first she wasn't expecting the door to open so soon compared to the "Indian Time" Customs from her village. "O-oh... H-hey.." She says nervously, her voice suddenly growing quiet. Raizel steps into the room to see hills of papers stacked in varies of places. Subconsciously, her arms pull itself up like a lever when it drew itself close to her chest, afraid that she'll knock down a pile of paper. She glances at the room before finding herself some space where she stood away from the piles of paper. As soon as he apologized about the mess, Rai turns her head away with her arm covering her lower mask before she let out a sneeze. "I-It's alright... Uh... Um.." She lowers her arm to take a better look at him while she squinted under the light. "Th-They call me R-Raizel... R-Raizel Adder..." Her voice sound soft and hollow from the mask she wore on her face. "I-I'm here... W-wondering if I... Could take up a class for crafting..."
Andrew
Mr. Cantor moves a stack of papers from the chair opposite him at his desk and gestures for Raizel to sit down. It doesn't take much for him to figure out that Raizel is nervous - extremely so - so he decides to slow down. He gently guides Raizel to her seat. "My name's Graham. It's nice to meet you. I can tell you're a bit nervous - it's okay, let's take this at your pace, alright? There's no rush."

For Graham there's a rush, but he's honestly happy to have a bit of a break from the paperwork. At least talking to a person isn't completely mind-numbing. 

He sits down, looking at Rai with a patient smile. He's not quite as good at that as Rai's own Contact, but he's still perfectly okay at it. "I'm sure we can work something out. You wanted to take one of my crafts classes, right?"
Marsha
Raizel wasn't sure how to feel when the other approached her with patience and kindness. She appreciate it even though that it did put her off at first. After taking a seat on the chair that Graham had cleared, she laced her fingers together before resting them on her lap. She glanced up at him before nervously looking back down at the dusty floor. "Y-yeah..." Rai swallowed nervously before tugging at the rim of her shirt. "I..." She starts mustering up the strength with prayers that she can function like a "Normal" Person for once in her life. *'Come on! Come on! Just talk! How hard can it be!?'* Rai mentally scolded herself. "I really want to j-join your class... I need to d-do something. I'm going stir-crazy fr-from being kept in the f-facility." And this is coming from someone who mauled the corners of walls, locker doors and chewed on anything that her maw can bite onto.
Andrew
Graham just smiles and nods, almost serene compared to how he usually acts. "Of course! Don't worry about it. Of course I'll let you take the class." Raizel struck him as utterly dysfunctional, as possibly feral. Getting her to feel calm was a task he knew Pernilla was more suited for - but that didn't mean he couldn't get along with her.

"It's okay, you don't need to worry, I just need to know some more stuff before then." He checked through the many papers on his desk until finding one in particular and looking through it. "I have you on for... Nothing, actually. Pernilla's apparently supposed to pull you aside once in a while, but apart from that... It looks like you can take any class you'd like."

He puts the paper away and moves his glasses to his forehead to look Raizel in the eyes - or the closest thing possible, given her mask. "So! Raizel. The thing is, there's more than one kind of crafts class. You don't just take crafts. You can take masonry, or glassblowing, or a bunch of other options like that. Basically anything you can think of!" He looks proud of himself. "What are you interested in?"
Marsha
Graham was an energetic oddball with a bundle of energy; nerd. He seem very willing enough to let her take part of his class as one of his students. "I-I'm still trying to figure o-out more about myself... Making stuff is s-something I always did when I lived outside." Then Raizel paused when she noticed Graham was trying to make eye contact. Doing that had only made her squirm nervously in her chair until she whipped out her backpack. "C-carving, m-making clothes, c-creating tools..." As she is saying this, Rai neatly unravel a flat elk skin cloth on the clearing on his desk. There was a display of a bone needle, small wooden and stone carvings of totems, a bundle of sinew string, small dream catcher, some native jewelry and a mysterious medicine bag.
Andrew
Graham pauses. Takes a breath. He had promised to take things at her pace. He would keep that promise. He couldn't just shove her in one of his classes, that wouldn't work. That wouldn't be right.

He followed along with her explanation, muttering to himself. "Carving, making clothes and tools... Mmm." For a moment, he's too concerned with the task at hand to notice what she's presenting in front of him, but when he does, his eyes light up again, brighter than when he first saw Raizel standing outside his office.

"...You made all this?" He puts his glasses on again, looking closely at the items but feeling slightly too apprehensive to actually touch them. "This is impressive work!" He hadn't read Raizel's file, but from what he did know, people familiar with civilization don't usually dress like she does.

"I'm not sure if I can really get one class that's close to this... There's woodcarving, stonecutting, sculpture... If you'd like to try something new, there's plenty of other options, too. Should I get you a list or something?"
Marsha
Raizel sheepishly turns her glowing eyes back to the dusty floor when she seen Graham's eyes lit up. It made her bashful when he asked her that one question. *"You made this?"* And with those words it made her rub the back of her neck when she side glance at him before nodding. Then she laced her fingers back together again and rest them on her lap. "I-I'll take any of the three... B-but I would like a list a-and see i-if there are other options."
Andrew
Graham nods. He has a list somewhere, he knows. He also knows exactly what it looks like. But it's on his desk, so it takes him a while of looking at it to really figure out where it is. In the meantime, he gives Raizel a moment of reprieve. He feels as though she might need it.

Eventually, he finds it - it's presented as a schedule, Monday through Saturday, with exactly what craft - or crafts - are being taught in that time. There are a few empty slots, but most of it is filled, with everything from bicycle repair to pottery among the many options.

"You can take more than one class, if you'd like. Just off the top of my head, I have a few people who are taking both bicycle repair and something else. I'm sure you'll have the time." He stands up.

"You can take your time figuring things out, okay? However long you need. I'm gonna get a cup of coffee - do you want anything? We have water, coffee, tea, even some of that cocoa powder stuff you mix with hot water if that's your thing."
Marsha
While she had her moment of isolated thoughts, Rai was already zoning out thinking about other options that could help her survive better once she gets kicked out of the school. Then her thought bubble was popped as soon as Graham's voice had dragged her back into reality. She jumped in her seat but composed herself the best she could before answering, "I-I'll just have water... Th-thank you.." Then she got an idea which made her wonder if she could try push her luck. "W-Water with ice, pl-please.." How much can she get away with this man? This could help her get some time to think about the options on the list. And during the time of his absence, Rai think carefully of her choices before coming to a conclusion that she wants to try out stone carving, pottery and repairing bikes. Her schedule isn't the most busiest which allows her to have more time for creativity.
Andrew
"Alright. Water with ice, got it."

Graham heads out for coffee and water. There's an ice dispenser, so it's little trouble. When he heads back in, he almost places the coffee in front of Rai, but quickly corrects himself. "Sorry, bit tired." He gestures around the room. "Lots of work."

He sits back down with the coffee. "So? See anything you like?"
Marsha
Raizel thanks him for the cup of ice water before she showed him the list of crafts that she wants to take. "Stone c-carving, p-pottery and re-repairing bikes... That's the three th-that I would like to try out." After announcing her request of the chosen classes, Rai shifts her mask upward slightly enough for the rim of the class to meet her mouth. She is downing the cold water along with some ice cubes to swallow it down without choking. Then she gently sets the cup down on the desk before adjusting her mask to hide her lower mouth. "I-I should go now... Th-thank you for your time and c-consideration.." Rai removed herself from her seat before waving him good-bye as she turns away to leave through the door. Click. It shuts quietly behind her. Graham was now left alone with the objects she had left behind on his desk.
Andrew
Graham stared down at the items.

He gently repackaged them in the skin, and resolved to give them back some time later. Until then... He'd better get this 'Raizel Adder' signed up for the classes. And finish all the other paperwork.