Lawrence was somewhat oblivious to the nature of Lori's staring, having grown used to being someone people took a long look at even when it didn't include feelings such as which she was showcasing right here. Her red face he attributed to the surprise of having bumped into someone, and the stuttering to nervousness of being in a new place and, by her description of what she was doing, not having a clue where she was. Being lost had a tendency to make people behave strangely. His eyes followed in the direction she had just pointed her thumb to, and he could almost bet on his life that that wasn't the direction she wanted to be going into. But he wasn't the kind of man to make bets of that sort, so he'd just put $100 on it instead, were anyone to accept. He had his doubts. She suggested he could just point her in the right direction, but he was pretty sure that wouldn't get her too far. And what was being a little late for his next lesson to pay for the opportunity to not only help someone out of a bind but have that someone be the local celebrity? "Well if you are looking for that you have got to have found the furthest place you can be", he exaggerated a little and begun to turn around, his hooves thupping softly against the floor in their cushioned indoor shoes. "Best you follow me", he agreed to show her the way and took off to a relaxed walk with a swish of his tail, its strands the same colour as his stubble.<br/><br/>After the first few steps, had the girl not begun to follow, Lawrence would turn his torso back towards her and point his thumb to the actual direction they would have to be going and ask her a simple question: "You coming?" The hallways were not abandoned in these parts, not by a long shot, but with Lawrence's size dominating the space Lori might find herself an easier time to go undisturbed, were she to find herself following the centaur after noticing that he really wasn't just that tall a human bodybuilder. Of course, it didn't mean that some students might not still make note of her or even approach, but the centaur wouldn't have a hard time keeping an eye on where she was at any given time, stopping to wait every here and there if it was needed. "I've got lessons of my own you know", he'd remind her with a smile if any such encounter tried to grow too long for his comfort, and they could soon be back on their way to more or less the very opposite end of the building.<br/><br/>The closer they got to the Dean's office, the more Lawrence himself would try to keep up a conversation. "So what brings you to S. Atir then?" was his first question, "It's not often that we get humans in these parts. And when I say that, I don't think I've ever heard of there being one other than from what history nuts there are here. You could always ask the Dean for when your, uh, predecessor? Good enough a word, your predecessor attended." That answer could very well determine if he wanted to ask the other one that was on his mind, the one about how she found this place so far. Because if she expressed negativity and was currently on her way to the Dean, well that didn't exactly bode well did it? But if she was more positive about it, he might as well ask the question: "I think you've only been here for a couple of hours now, but how has everyone been treating you? Not too bad I hope? Hugh said that you were to be sharing a dorm or something…"