((I'd appreciate if you did not write significant character background details like that for my characters without being in any contact let alone asking first<a class="username" data-user-id="2079" data-username="@Sanity43217" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2079/">@Sanity43217</a>, but I'll roll with this one. Past relationship acknowledged.))<br/><br/>Lawrence was in no hurry to depart, having stoically stood there in the front without snapping at any of the laughs that had come the way of poor Ms. Hathway. She had not been told what she was in for, so now that it was revealed it'd obviously shock her. Not her fault everyone around here seemed to think it fair to set her up like so! And if it might have been more difficult to see her trembling from the seats, he had an overabundance of possibilities right here in front with many more eyes on her than most of the students had in the first place. Sure, he might not beat the arachnids in that regard, the silkweavers having those eight eyes of theirs, but they were the exception to the rule. Now with the class over, he'd risen from his seat but kept on milling about, exchanging a few words with the professor about things that were to come and some that had come to pass, until a few of the eyestalks he had facing backwards picked up on someone approaching the human. He excused himself and moved to observe, though he didn't believe he'd have to intervene he'd be better safe than sorry.<br/><br/>Usually speaking, the face was not the place where one touched a human the first time they came into contact, but Lawrence would let Ms. Hathway make that call herself. Only once the initial part of the encounter between her and the student was over, would the TA open his mouth again. "As you undoubtedly can see, you will be nothing short of a celebrity in these parts. Perhaps it will last a few months, perhaps your entire stay. It is difficult to tell with this being such an exception to the usual. It looks like to me you weren't wholly aware of the nature of your, uhh… sponsorship?" he offered a few friendly words in an attempt to bring her back to the ground from the height of fear she seemed to be surfing at. But oh he<b><i>knew</i> </b>she had not been told. He just couldn't say it, paint everyone in a bad light despite disagreeing with them. "I do honestly recommend you try to establish a few connections. Everyone will want to be your friend, but the intentions behind it may vary." His toothy grin finished his words off, hands held behind his back though the eyestalks from his sleeves poked out from the sides nonetheless.