"Fine... thanks." He said, half wishing the answer would be no. He looked over at the spot which had been allotted to him with disdain. Upon arriving to the spot he dropped his bag and sat down. He felt a shiver go through him, the feeling that something bad was going happen lingered in his mind. He tried to think of things he enjoyed, since he did come here to enjoy himself, not to be terrorized by inhuman creatures. He ran his fingers through his hair and then rummaged about his bag, looking for his ciggerettes and his lighter. He enjoyed smoking, even if he wasn't 18 yet. It calmed him, helped him sleep.