Andras watched the others with a clinical distance. His facial expression was inert, not overtly offering criticism or approval of any of the goings on around him. After Luna returned his greeting, he started to get the impression that the other arrivals knew at least one of the others before today. He'd been told not to assume every mortal knew any other mortal he'd heard of, as that was being a rude guest, but it looked like it was true.<br/><br/>There was an intense dissonance in Andras nature. While appearing barely over the cusp of mortal manhood, he'd lived many more years in the Otherworld. That time allowed him to refine himself in a number of ways, but for his long-lived people, he was still equivalent to the age of the other teens. Just a longer time<i>being</i>that age. Those around him were just strangers, with unfamiliar ways, and falling back on courtly decorum was Andras' default approach to making a good, or at least respectable impression. His keen icey blue eyes did notice something transpire between Luna and Umbra, but he did not guess its nature, so he didn't react. On the other side, the only other male was already fumbling at engaging in mating with their guide. Within minutes of arriving, Andras confirmed that he would feel as alien here as he assumed he would.<br/><br/>It was a relief when Frankie lead them away. Andras picked up his suitcase and followed briskly. He noted the use of illusory magic to give a ambiance of age, and gave mental credit to whoever thought in using in that way. He listened quietly as the resident halls were explained. It appeared like his comings and goings, or at least those of his guests were going to be monitored. Like children.