<strong>Who:</strong>Henrik<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Cafeteria, an otherwise empty table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Van specifically, Aurora mentioned<br/><br/>"Your words, though nicely chosen and true, don't apply to this particular situation. You're making assumptions."  It was a backhanded compliment, perhaps; but from Henrik's position, just the truth. Van had a point, but was mistaken in thinking that Henrik wanted to 'take on the world'.<br/><br/>His answer came between bites of food, and drinks of water; which picked up once again, even as his eyes roamed about. There were lots of students and even a few teachers around; more and more, it seemed. He'd want to hurry along with his meal, lest someone decide it's a good idea to sit at him and try to engage him in some sort of whimsical small talk.<br/><br/>It was as he was watching things, that he noticed Aurora Vice. Her class was actually one he would not be attending; drama was an elective, after all, and did not particularly suit him. That sort of stuff was what 'regulars', as Henrik thought of them, spent their time with; those people who did not know about the monsters that lurked just at the peripheries of the world; the things that really did go 'bump' in the night.<br/><br/>She might not realize it yet, but that chivalrous youth she's spotted was likely to be exactly the type of hunter that someone such as she would be wise to be wary of. If she noted him looking her over, she might feel less that she was being appraised of her beauty, and more like she was  being sized up as competition; Henrik was like that with everyone.<br/><br/>Her dress seemed ridiculous. Too ornate, too fanciful; possibly too hard to move in. But, like many things, he keeps his thoughts to himself, and just remains quiet. Just a few more minutes, and he'd be done, and could leave.