"Tch! This isn't the time or place for us to be chatting!" he snaps off handedly, a rare moment for him, his calmness and placidity quite thoroughly broken.  Honestly, at this point, he has not really had the time to realize that the stranger wasn't some one from their dorm, or from the school, or...something.  Instead, he focused on other facts. They were exposed, and thus, vulnerable. Aryn was badly wounded, and needed to be treated in some way.<br/><br/>"Dorms. We're going inside." He orders. Under most circumstances, Shine was willing to just drift along after others, but now that he was at least partially in control, he was quickly realizing that--atleast to him-- nobody had any fucking common sense. Which meant that he was going to have to bail them out, and give them it.<br/><br/>regardless of whether he had any help in the effort at all, he would pull Aryn along towards the dorms. Shine may not be particularly strong, but he did have some muscles, and with the way the adrenaline was flooding his system, it seemed to make him stronger. Or, rather, the strain placed on his muscles with this overextension was simply dulled.<br/><br/>"Kana! Get back inside!" He'd call out to her, not even thinking to be relieved that she was alright. He liked her, because she was odd rather than in  spite of that fact. Their was anger in his voice, not really directed at her, but just the situation in general. He didn't know how else to feel about it all, except pissed off.<em>At them, too. Fuck them all, why do I even care?</em>Part of him thinks.