Dr. Archon nodded, glancing up. "Go ahead. Just close the door behind you." When the door was closed and the silencing device on, Archon smiled slightly. "How can I help you, Mr. Marcos? Are you adjusting to your new location well enough?" Archon asked, scrawling a few notes on a spare price of paper. He was, in fact, making notes about his plan for getting the anti-suppressant pills into the hidden graduate holding cells, but he wrote in Latin, using Greek letters, backwards. He doubted anyone without a mind like his could read it.<br/><br/>"It's a strange school, this one, filled with strange people. You'll adjust to it soon enough. Just try to keep a positive attitude. After all, everyone needs a spark of happiness or hope." Archon said, setting down the fountain pen he was writing with.<br/><br/>"So. There's a ninety-seven percent chance I can answer any question you've got. So shoot."