<strong>Name:</strong>Tommy Nakamura<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Windfall<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Brandon, Molly, mostly open<br/><hr/><br/>He wasn't exactly sure if Brandon was trying to imply something, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that just<em>why</em>Molly was so shy wasn't a smart topic of conversation.  "Thanks.  And no, actually."  Smiling, Tommy took a seat, setting his backpack down next to him before audibly opening his lunchbag.<br/><br/>"I've been here since last year.  It's a pretty neat place, but I guess it takes some getting used to."  He retrieved a couple of plastic dishes from his bag and cracked one open (releasing another wave of delicious scent), snagging a forkful of sautéed vegetables.  "Most of the people are pretty nice, though."  Tommy paused, glancing around the room again.  "...Most."<br/><br/>Of course he wanted to ask the obvious question; it was almost impossible not to wonder, when you met someone new at Nebula.  It didn't seem like a good time to be quizzing jittery people about their powers, though.