Ms. Hathway's response was as see-through as they came. She wanted nothing to do with the situation and out of it under the pretence of something that obviously was not true either. At least after the professor's interjection she changed her tone to that of honesty, even if… no, that lasted less than a minute, her words soon changing to a cry of "please leave me alone you scary monsters!". A cry that Lawrence would honour, bowing out of the conversation even if his eyes didn't all follow suit, many of them still looking after Lori until she was all the way out of the room. He stuffed his hands to his pockets despite the difficulty the eyestalks gave to such a simple manoeuvre, and paced back towards the desk where the professor had got to arranging his notes once more. He wasn't so sure about this gig of his any longer, that if him being the TA was a good plan here. One could see clear as day that it wasn't working for all involved parties, so even though he was a firm believer in the whole "you learn the contents of a course thrice, upon taking it, upon assisting in it and upon teaching it" shebang and the money would be nice… he just couldn't be sure if it would be good for all that took it, or those that unwittingly took part in its setup.<br/><br/>Once there were just the two of them at the front, or once they would both make it to the hallway depending on whichever measures had to be taken for some privacy to be had on this, Lawrence would be direct about this issue he'd seen. "Professor, I'm not so sure about if this…" he chose his opener, sighing there with his sentence, the decision he believed he had to make here feeling weighty on his shoulders. "This whole TA thing. Ms. Hathway is obviously terrified of me. Apprehensive with the others at best, and whenever I show my mug, well, You must have seen how she stiffens up. And I am definitely not one of the more normal looking guys out there, so…" Another sigh followed with a shake of his head. "Don't You think it'd be better to get someone else for the task? Someone who she doesn't have to spend all her time trying to swallow her heart back down from her throat every five seconds with?"<br/><br/>He wholly and earnestly expected the professor to agree. But no such thing happened. The first thing that he heard come out was something between a cough and a chuckle, and soon the professor turned to him with a smile. "Nonsense, Lawrence. You are more than fitting for this position, and what you just said only has me believe that more. You have more than enough knowledge on the subject, knowing how well you were graded when you took the course. And when it comes to her… she needs to grow used to the many kinds of students around these parts. Even those that a re stranger to behold than you. You will do fine", he smirked, and Lawrence couldn't help but let a smile rise on his face as well as he heard the professor going through all the trouble to place a pun based on his species tree in there as well.<br/><br/>"I guess I will. Thank you", he concluded their chat, his chest feeling much less pressured now that he had had the chance to vent those concerns. He gathered his things and prepared to depart, having places to be. "Until next lesson!" he called over his shoulder and waved almost cheerily. There was a response too. Of course there was. One couldn't use the excuse of the other person not seeing it anyway if they had as many eyes as Lawrence did. He still wondered how Ms. Hathway might be adjusting, but it wasn't a concern so much about himself any longer.<br/><br/>Yet for someone else that concern would soon become reality, for someone stuck quite deep in thought himself felt something bump against his shoulder, not the one atop his human torso but the one that was on his front where his horse half met with his humanoid section. This other Lawrence took a step back as well and raised his hands up before his chest, apologising simultaneously with the one he'd bumped into, only to realise that this voice wasn't male at all. He tilted his head a little more to the front without straightening his back from its backwards curve, slowly lowering his large hands. "Wait. Aren't you that…" he begun, but it was obvious who he was talking to right from the get go. Way to make first impressions then, just running into someone eh? "Sorry, I was thinking about the presentation that's coming up. You good?" he asked of her, now tilting his upper body forward too.<br/><br/>He had half a metre or so on her, but more than the height he had the mass. Even from beneath the fur of his horse half one could make out about every single surface muscle, and when it came to his upper body even though he was wearing the university sweater over his arms and back it was left unzipped on the front and a black T-shirt depicting a crowned half skeleton-half glowing bearded green ghost man had its picture malformed by the obviously observable abs, pecs and obliques. And if one looked higher, the collar didn't hide all of his well developed traps either, all this guiding one's gaze from the thick neck to his traditionally masculine, blocky facial features accentuated by a slightly red tinged stubble that he'd let grow a couple days. From the top of his scalp a long dark brown mane flowed down the back of his sweater to his horse half's back, showing just how similar in colour it was to his fur, more or less blending right on in. "You looking for something? I don't think any of the early classes are in this wing of the building", he finally realised what was wrong with this scenario, even further so than just him bumping right into her like it was the normal thing to do.<br/><br/>((Brief lease of the professor sanctioned in preceding communication))