Jonathan
Absolutely absorbed within his book, Sinclair hadn't noticed when the girl opened the door and began her approach towards them; truthfully, they weren't even aware of her presence until she began speaking. The sudden noise and unexpected company caused the teenager to jolt into an upright position, slamming their book closed onto the table in front of them and placing their feet firmly on the floor beneath them. Sinclair let out a shaky breath, focusing their thoughts on keeping themselves grounded.

"I– er, **No**, I mean," They fumbled about with their words, struggling to form any type of coherent sentence despite their best efforts. They cringed underneath their mask, but allowed themselves a brief moment to pause and gather their thoughts. All of their thoughts, however, consisted of various demands and schemes to get themselves *Out of there* And *Away* From the situation entirely; each idea violently whirled throughout their mind, as if caught within a thunderstorm. As much as they wanted to give into the temptation to simply abandon ship, Sinclair found no obvious way of doing so– not without making an enemy of some kind, and that were the *Last* Thing that they needed at the moment.

They took a few more moments to calm themselves, as they felt their vision momentarily began to fade; in their relatively short amount of time with their abilities, Sinclair already associated the loss of sight with them beginning to fade **From** Sight as well. Enticed as they were to take the opportunity and run, the teen as realized it meant they'd be blindly fumbling about as they made their escape, which spelled nothing but disaster in their head. Although they'd only taken a couple of elapsed seconds, each one seemed to stretch out before the teenager, until they fully steadied themselves and braced for impact.

"Uh, sorry, what I meant was to ask what is it you need help with?" Though they still stuttered and stammered through their speech, Sinclair was at least able to answer the girl more intelligibly with his second response. Their dark eyes flitted upwards for a second, allowing them to get a glimpse at the blue-haired girl before him; she seemed vaguely familiar, but only in the way one finds a reoccurring stranger familiar. Other than her general appearance, they had just about no idea who it was they were talking to. Sinclair wasn't sure if that was for the better or worse. Either way, they dived in headfirst into the interaction, and had no means of swimming out just yet.
Daniel
Morgan couldn't help smiling a bit when the boy jumped about a mile. Clearly, he'd been really focused on his book. "Okay, so long story short, I'm struggling with Chemistry right now and I can't go talk to Rand about it cause he's just the worst. My roommate is always asleep and most of my other friends aren't much better than me and you always look like you know what you're doing." She had to take a breath after two fast run on sentences. 

"If you're busy I totally get it but I'd really appreciate your help. And-" She reached into her backpack and pulled out a paper bag, originating from one of the cafes in Isakstad. "I have cookies! For bribery, if you want em." Walking up to strangers and talking to them wasn't normally in Morgan's wheelhouse, but at this point she was running out of options.
Jonathan
Quite frankly, Sinclair was overwhelmed.

Not only were they not entirely used to having people approaching them in such a manner, but they certainly weren't accustomed to people being so *Nice* To them. If they'd been back at home,this would've been the set-up for some type of punchline– with them receiving the finishing blow. Even then, Sinclair still felt the hungry eyes of his former classmates stuck to his back like glue, judging every action he made, each word that came out of his mouth, *Anything* About them that they could tear apart like wild animals.

*Those people are an ocean away,* They reminded themselves in an attempt to retain what little was left of their composure, *It's fine. Just talking to one person couldn't possibly hurt.* With a soft sigh, Sinclair allowed themselves to relax– just a little bit. However subtle it might've been to the other teen, color returned to their face as they seemed to become slightly more opaque.

"Uh– well, I'm not precisely the *Best* Person to come with inquiries about chemistry," They began. Though he seemed to be more at ease, his soft stutter stayed stuck within his words. "I can, uh, certainly *Try*, however. Is there anything in particular giving you trouble, or is it the subject as a whole?" As he spoke, Sinclair kept his eyes locked firmly downwards at the table, absent-mindedly drumming his fingers along the cover of his book.

For a short moment, he remembered something someone had told him over text: *It's best to make friends, in case something bad happens.* It was true as it was frighteningly ominous– in a place full of strange people such as himself, it seemed virtually necessary to make some friends, or at least remain on the good side of as many people as he could. He internally groaned at the thought, hating just how complicated everything in his life had become in a matter of days, for seemingly no reason.

Whatever the case was, though, at least he was getting cookies out of the deal.
Daniel
Morgan blinked. Maybe she should focus on getting more sleep again, cause she was pretty sure she'd just seen through this kid for a second. "Thaaaank you so much. It's this most recent thing with acid base reactions. I feel like the rules are constantly changing with it."

It was only at this point, that Morgan realized she'd yet to actually introduce herself. She'd been so focused on finding someone to help her out she'd just led with that. "Oh, I'm Morgan by the way. Nice to meet you. I'm curious, what were you reading? Must be pretty good, you looked like you were pretty absorbed into it."