<div class="floatleft">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w228/Rayve13/Alex-Pettyfer-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Alexi Reynolds</strong><br/><strong>Nom de Guerre: Bulwark</strong><br/><strong>Position/Grade: Student/Senior</strong><br/><strong>Location: Tech Hall, heading for Ionic Hall</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Chloe, Lara, Carter</strong><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Alexi listened to Chloe as she talked about her class, nodding in the appropriate places. He loved her enthusiasm; so many came her and felt overwhelmed to the point of unresponsiveness within hours of getting on campus, especially those who hadn't really been working with their powers or around other super-powered people. As they entered the lunchroom, he had to smile at the barely controlled chaos of the place; just as he had left it at the end of last year. Spotting Lara waving, he waved back, happy to see her with some new faces, catching Chloe's questions as he did...<br/><br/>...but was unable to answer before Carter arrived with his usual impeccable timing. He chuckled a bit to himself. He was certainly persistent, if nothing else. He grabbed his own lunch, a fairly massive club sub (gotta get a little extra boost for combat training after lunch), a salad, and a slice of chocolate cake for Lara before looking back at the speedster and Chloe. "Glad to see you're so concerned about my feelings Carter," he returned cheerfully, "and here I was thinking you were going to all this trouble just to find a girl who didn't know your reputation yet."<br/><br/>He looked back at Chloe before continuing "Cheese yes, vegemite no. The meal plan runs to typical American, I'm afraid, with all the pitfalls that entails. I don't think you'd have much better luck in town as far as finding Australian cuisine, though I'm sure Carter would be happy to help you look, if that's what you'd like."<br/><br/>He steps up to pay for his lunch, giving her a chance to respond to Carter in whatever way she chose without him hovering over her like a parent.