As the authority figures came out and ordered everyone to cease the hostilities, Gamoran stopped... stepping out of his fighting stance and glancing toward them.  He couldn't understand it.  Why were they being yelled at for defending themselves?  He shrugged and turned, offering a nod to the garishly costumed Spider-Man before making his way to Ororo, Carol and Caroline as the defeated jocks and cheerleaders dispersed.  He offered a smile to all three of them, including Caroline... impressed as he wasn't used to not looking down at females when addressing them.<br/><br/><strong>"Heya.  Like I said before, I'm Gamoran.  So how about that huh?  We got to play on our first day here!"</strong><br/><br/>He smirked a bit, continuing with a wink.<br/><br/><strong>"I'd say it was exciting, but I'd be lying."</strong><br/><br/>As Carol asked about Mark, Gamoran just shrugged.  He had walked off like someone kicked his g'narsh... he would have gone after him but he understood a warrior's pride.  Sometimes one just wanted to be left alone.  He was more concerned about the other three who looked like they could have been jocks themselves... the short one with the brown hair and the two taller blonde guys.  They were the most guilty of instigating the fight, but it seemed that everyone had gotten off with warning.  All for the best, he supposed.  He smiled at Carol.<br/><strong><br/>"I'm not sure, but based on his movements he comes across as someone who doesn't generally worry about being hurt physically.  Some people never learn to dodge because they don't have to.  Emotionally?  He looks like a sullen version of a great jarbol beast."</strong><br/><br/>He chuckled to himself as of he had just made a very clever joke.<br/><br/>