Hugh had followed Lori's morning trance with curiosity. She didn't pay mind to anything around her, which he could see in her stripping down right there with no care in the world even with him awake (which she should by now know that he was never asleep like people understood it), but the choice of attire more or less explained itself. She was on her way to the Dean to say that she would say. Hugh nodded mostly to himself, and as she prepared to leave hopped down from his bunk, turning his head to her direction as he idly picked up his backpack with one arm that behaved more like a rubber band than a proper limb. "Have a good one", he wished to her, though he wasn't sure if she was listening to a word that was being spoken to her. Then again, her sleep or lack of such last night had been more reminiscent of another slime like himself than a human. He'd call himself a bad influence in jest later in the company of his friends, but for now he had things to pack. It always took its time.<br/><br/>The trio had had the chance to converse for a while and even eat, no sign of Lori around them being something unusual but rather self-explanatory if one put any thought to it. She was still attending to business. Business that would determine if she stayed or not, but with the eyewitness report of Hugh that was another thing that really needed no explanations. The many-eyed participant of the discussion seemed a little less fond of the state that Lori had apparently been sighted leaving the dorm in, but he wasn't exactly one to be able to do much about it. Or one to have done anything about it even if he had been in the position to have the chance to. And so the next sighting of the young woman would be left upon the herculean specimen of the group, the Lawrence that she had had trouble even identifying as a creature other than human on their first meeting, one all too similar to this one. Though this time around Lori seemed to collide with his flank, rather than shoulder. She really wasn't looking much of anywhere when it came to her walking direction, was she?<br/><br/>"Lori?" the deep bass of the centaur's voice greeted her with confusion evident in its tone. His eyes scanned her up and down while she still spent a moment recovering from the sudden impact, and he could indeed see what Hugh had been on about when he'd told him that she wasn't dressed like she usually was. Looking at her like this, he could swear he almost saw her in just as little clothing as Hugh had in the morning with imagination only filling in the bare essentials, but that was something of a stretch even with the lack of fabric in her apparel compared to the usual. "You look different", he would comment as he slowly begun to turn around, his brush-like tail swishing behind him a couple times. For now, he left out the mention about Hugh and the conversation the trio had had. Instead, there were a few more pressing matters to consider. Matters that should have brought her to this here hallway. After all, this time they had a reason to be in the same place.<br/><br/>"So, HSE 301 right?" he suggested with a bit of a tilt to his head, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "It won't be like you wouldn't be taking part in any of these ones, given what the Dean expects you to do for the courses. You'll just have to endure me being there too, what with the sudden mandatory requirement for me to be taking these. I'd have told you around 201, but you didn't appear in that class, so…" he shared some more, but as his speech begun to turn more towards mumbling than actual sharing of information he cut himself off and bowed a little lower, his eyes bouncing between Lori's eyes and the openly presented valley of her chest. He imagined she might see that, but on the other hand he couldn't help himself. "Should look where you are going though, you might hurt someone smaller by colliding with them like that. Can I walk you to class? We'll have the same way anyhow", he made a more straightforward proposition and begun to circle around her back, a hand settling on Lori's upper back if she'd let it stay there. To keep her in a straight line, or at least a more direct one.