The man raised his eyebrow at the girls babbling, a little overwhelmed by how talkative she was this early in the morning. He wasn't even fully awake yet. He smiled, shaking his head as if to say 'don't worry about it'. He couldn't tell if she was nervous or just overly friendly. The comment on his accent wasn't anything new, he'd been hearing it practically since he landed. If he was still friends with Max, he would have text him to tell him that the theory on British accents in America was true.<br/><br/>His right hand reached back into his pocket, pulling out a small folded up slip of paper and offering it to her. It was the same slip she had been given.<br/><br/>"I'm the same. Something wrong with my visa, naturally." Jackson explained, rolling his eyes.<br/><br/><br/>He turned his head, squinting to look down the corridor he'd just walked down. It definitely wasn't that way, he only passed a canteen and science labs. It would certainly be a strange place for an enrollment office.<br/><br/>"I think it might be out those doors up there." He suggested, pointing ahead of them.