<span style="color: #00FF00">“My name’s between and the walls,”</span>Drake spoke rising to his feet and pulling his hood back over his head. Now he knew a beating wasn’t coming Drake’s defences kicked in. He stared at the girl, looking her over. He observed her casually, his hand instinctively moving his hair to cover the scaring.<span style="color: #40FF00"> “Why do you care?” </span>He asked. Drake still wasn’t comfortable in this crowd at all. “And prehapse you need to watch where you’re going.” His tone was aggressive but that was a lie. Those who knew fox faunas behaviour would be able to tell that. His ears were on alert, scanning for threats. Where as if it had been true aggression they would have been pressed against his head. His fists were clamped tightly around Earth and Sky, but his tail was firmly between his legs. Drake didn’t like being in the crowded halls, hated it even. Thus he was trying to appear tougher than he was. Yes he could handle himself in a fight, thanks to his up bringing he was probably more than a match for most second years. However, his emotional state often got the better of him before that conditioning kicked in.<br/><br/>Part of him screamed for him to trust this girl, he could hear the voices of both his psychiatrist and Ozpin telling him to make friends. But that voice was over powered by the voice of Adam telling him to trust only Adam, the scars on his back burning as if they too were remembering. He turned away but before he could fully turn his better sense got better. “<span style="color: #00FF00">Sorry, that was rude of me, I don’t like crowds and just want to get the hell outside.”</span>He wasn’t happy about divulging even that much but didn’t exactly want a fight his first day out of the ward.  thus he did what he could to fix his second blunder in thirty seconds.