<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br/><strong>Location:</strong>X-Mansion, Near the entrance<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cyclops, Medusa<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Taking the tour<br/><hr/><br/>Bobby didn't outwardly react when the girl turned to face him and immediately silenced her response. He could see her lips seal though, and knew that who he was had stopped her. It was nice not to argue, but it was sad that his past helped him. He would prefer an argument to a silent fear. He was already used to people shying away from him for too long, and he didn't want that anymore. But then trying to speak and resolve it never tended to work so well. He listened to Salem's reply and halfway agreed. The question was fair, but it was how the other girl worded it that made it sound like she had poor priorities, and a negative attitude. At least to him. He felt like he at least owed her an apology for his part in disrupting things.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry, my bad Salem." </strong><br/><br/>Her talk of gaining control intrigued him. Of course he was far from a sniveling girl, but he feared the side of him that so deeply lacked in control. He needed to find and maintain some form of stability. Perhaps he would try and speak to her about that. Although she seemed a little nervous of him, it was often hard to tell. His paranoia about how he was perceived often meant he saw small signs of nerves that weren't there.<br/><br/>He already knew full well where his room was, making sure he had a place to get away from others was addressed very early on his transfer. Given his past it was considered very essential that he was able to separate himself if necessary. That and his personal draw to isolation. Hurting people was what he did, and being near them was still a risk. Bobby decided he may as well stick around with Salem and anyone else who didn't need a break. But he didn't have much to say, and talking in public didn't normally go so well. Instead he lent lightly against the wall, keeping his head down and his body language distinctly closed off. He just listened to the other girl talk, admittedly being at least a bit curious how things were here. Chaos didn't suit him, so he hoped things were at least somewhat controlled.