Hugh was somewhat disappointed at the lack of attention his words were getting, but it seemed she was just rather absorbed into the book. When she begun to tell him interesting tidbits about the school history, Hugh blinked with some confusion. "I guess someone does read those after all", he noted, never having really heard of anyone who would have done such a thing, and that included the ocularily gifted Lawrence just as well, the one who usually just had to know these kind of things for the sake of knowing them. Her asking to exchange numbers though, Hugh raised an eyebrow until she followed it up with the practical reasons for doing so. He nodded and dug out a rather sturdy and waterproof looking mobile phone from one of his pockets. "Sounds like a plan there. Just gimme yours and I'll send you a text, or I can read out mine whatever goes", he accepted this idea and got right on with it.<br/><br/>Once that had been seen to, her next question had him looking down. "An astute observation", he half-joked, scrunching his face up a little as he concentrated, his frame growing shorter as it was simultaneously packed into a form more reminiscent of the chubby young man she'd met in the morning, one that actually fit into the clothes that he was wearing. But apart from actually giving him the hint, Lori seemed reluctant to be discussing this further. Hugh was no stranger to what he was and could well have explained, but if she specifically said that she didn't want to know then she didn't want to know yet and that was the end of that story.<br/><br/>Lori had also been quick at moving on to the question he'd asked of her in turn, how it was a little strange that she was here to be gawked at, more or less. Hugh gave that a short laugh, but didn't interject further unless he was specifically asked to do so. Her sharing that she was free to not attend at her other classes had him nodding a few times, noting that if she only had one day a week to study she'd either be doing pretty breakneck pace or spending a long while in these parts. But she had to be aware of that, right? But she was apparently planning to stay anyway, so that wouldn't make much of a difference at the end of things. The starting lectures were often just the basics of the course, what was going to happen in during it. She wasn't that needed for those. "If the Dean thinks you are right for the job then you just might be. He's an impeccable judge of character. Makes me wonder if he's letting Ed's shenanigans be because he wants them to be here rather than him not knowing. Oh well", Hugh suggested, his body already starting to wind down and relax.<br/><br/>Before his thoughts settled back on one coherent track, he heard Lori bid him good night. And offer her thanks for today once again. "I barely did anything", he chuckled, shaking his head dismissively. "Night", he still returned the statement and moved his hands on his chest. Slowly, he'd let the wrinkles of his form unravel. The colour that was pushed to the surface was absorbed back towards his core and the shape of his face broken, as were the fingers and anything else that took detail. Soon where a recognisably human form had lain was something more akin to a mannequin that was wearing mittens. Hugh relaxed, but as a slime creature he hardly slept as most creatures knew it. He just had nothing else to do, so he'd spent most of the night fighting stress by not letting it hold on to him and letting his thoughts run amok.<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><br/>Morning dawned when it did, and Hugh was up as soon as the first rays of light breached the curtains, his body reshaping itself to the familiar humanoid shape, the colour of his skin and hair pushing out from the core in his chest once more to give him the masque that he donned every day. Of course, he could take many different shapes than just that, but at the end of the day he was the most used to this one. It made sense to him, and he could hold on to its details better than anything else. Some people told him his attempts to take on another shape ended up looking like a cheap wax figure. He'd been walking around the room some, trying to make as little sound as possible to not bother his room-mates, but eventually such care needed not to be put into it any longer. That being, as soon as he no longer was the only one awake he could make all the noise he wanted. Not that he would, but he could.<br/><br/>She looked rather red faced to him. Good dreams maybe? Well, he wouldn't be caught asking her that. Besides, she was the one who had managed to ask a question first. Where was the cafeteria? Hugh shrugged. "I know where it is, but I couldn't give you the directions from here. I don't really go there straight from here often. But if you want to meet up with Lawrence and Lawrence and not mind having me around while you three enjoy breakfast, then you'll just have to give me a moment to pack the rest of my things for today and we can be off. You didn't have much of anything anyway, so you shouldn't be too busy right? I've nothing all morning, so I think I'll be reading ahead on a few things in the library… or clowning around the lakeside, depends on the weather", he offered to show her there if she was fine with a little detour and resumed the packing process. He really was taking a long time with that, shifting things around like he never quite remembered how he should be packing them.<br/><br/>If she agreed, Hugh would drag her along to the usual meeting point of the group of friends, a couple hallway benches aside from a certain bronze statue on the second floor. The centaur would be happy to see her, lifting his chin in a greeting with his arms crossed over his chest. But the the smaller one, he looked a little nervous about the encounter. He turned visibly more fidgety, still not quite sure if it was okay for him to be around this early to her introduction to the university. But then again, as Professor Salini had said, she would have to grow accustomed to the stranger populace just as well. So he remained where he had been, even if he now leaned a little against his friend for the courage and will to not leg it for her sake. People pleaser to a fault, as his friends sometimes teased him.