When Taylor heard the voice his first thought was 'I'm screwed. I'm so screwed. Okay be calm and just act normal.' Saying that he failed on that front would be an understatement. "H-hi, I, um, I. I'm. Tay-" He stopped, took a breath, and calmed down, as the black clad man seemed intent on burn a hole into his soul.  "Let me try that again." Standing up straighter, looking the man in the eye, with nothing but annoyance and seriousness. "My name is Taylor. As for being holed up in a library, I came straight from class. My school has a strict dress code. Unfortunately it makes me look like a nerd. If I'd had the opportunity, I would've changed into more appropriate attire. You are correct on one front; this isn't my scene. My scene is teaching a bunch of twelve year olds, how to algebra. Or better yet, watching Markiplier scare the crap out of himself. But why are you here? You seem bored at best?" Taylor said exuding confidence, at least he hoped. He also didn't want to get on this man's bad side. Taylor got the feeling this man was much more dangerous than he let on.