Lucian was content to just sit and eat and not even bother to interact with anyone just yet. Instead, he was planning to watch, try to study the social dynamics of the school a bit before he goes throwing himself into the whirlwind that is social interaction.<br/><br/>And right from the get-go, it is made abundantly clear to him that two of the other boys here are downright murderous towards each other. Great. What the fuck? Seriously? Where in the hell is the staff for when this sort of thing happens? His facial expression, once placid and serene, sinks into one that is... not quite so much horror-struck as disappointed or, perhaps, depressed, mixed with revulsion and distaste.<br/><br/>When Summer clung unto him, and subsequently let go of him, he did not seem to have any sort of response to her.  Once she had released him, he simply mutely stood up, and left the dinner table. His bowl of soup goes untouched; he didn't even have a chance to pick up the spoon.<br/><br/>He would start back toward the male dorm's, but their's still time for someone to intercept or interact with him...