After a few seconds spent looking, Amina's gaze falls on a young man who, although he keeps up a decent pace away from the cafeteria, is failing to scream in terror.  A crashing sound is heard from somewhere inside the building, as Campus Security struggles to load a shell into their weapon.<br/><br/>"Watch it -- um, hey."  The boy's attitude shifts rapidly from annoyance when Amina steps into his path, to pleasant surprise when he stops long enough to get a better look at her.  He's about average in size and decent-looking enough, clad in a white polo shirt and jeans.  Half-consciously, he smooths his hair slightly, flicking a bit of bacon off and onto the grass.  "Can I help you?"  Cautiously, he glances back at the cafeteria.