During the ordeal on the train, Adrien pretended not to notice it was going on. He kept his head forward, eyes downcast, and tongue bitten. He'd seen Hubert do that before. He'd even been on the business-end of something similar, though less terrifying. He wasn't good with confrontation. He took to silence when in troublesome situations, and that's what he was doing now. His eyes found Mouse, watching the ferret roll up into a ball on his lap as the demon's scream rang and echoed in the subway. At the very least, the other pure-bloods had quieted down about how the halflings didn't belong there. In fact, they had just quieted down in general. There was a bright side to everything, he supposed.<br/><br/>Noting Hubert's eagerness to get off the subway and to their respective dorms, Adrien followed close behind. He was pretty anxious to get off of it, anyway; after that incident with the demon, he was feeling extremely claustrophobic and anxiety-ridden. He couldn't have stepped off that subway into the terminal fast enough. He took in a strong, deep breath and followed Hubert to the map that was hanging in the musty air of the station. He peered around Hubert, taking a long look at the map standing in front of them, which was color-coded by race. He felt a pang in his chest when he wasn't coded with a white dot representing him as a light-elf. Instead, he was coded in a royal purple, with a bold<span style="font-style: italic">Sie sind hier</span>above it. Even the map was taunting him about his mixed blood.<br/><br/>Caught up in staring at the map, Adrien hadn't quite picked up on the fact that Hubert was moving in the direction of their dorms. The only good thing Adrien was noticing about being tall for his age was that his long legs carried him fast when he needed to catch up with Hubert. When he was almost there, he heard his name and did a complete 180, walking backwards for a few seconds until he registered who it was. Riley, the first of the other three halflings to take notice of them.<br/><br/>Turning back around and finally catching up with Hubert -rather, walking a few steps behind as he generally did, Adrien shrugged a bit. "It's..<span style="font-style: italic">going</span>," Adrien said, for the absolute lack of a better answer. "I can't say that this is off to a good start." He chose to ignore the bit about Hubert speaking for him. Adrien knew that he, himself, didn't speak much. Or well, for that matter. So Hubert had done the talking for him for a good bit of their friendship. Adrien still spoke when spoken to, obviously, and occasionally when he felt something needed to be said that no one else would say. But for the most part, he let Hubert speak for both of them. It seemed simpler that way. "What about you?"