"I'm...Vergil Smith, first year myself."  He said, bowing slowly but bowing all the same.  Social grace was not his strong suit, but he was getting the hang of it.  Turning to Kari next, he sighed and shook his head at the bruises, not buying her story for a second given the way she had snapped at him.  "Gang related...huh?"  He said it in a way to leave no doubt he didn't buy it for one second as he headed upstairs to his room, room 205 to be precise before shutting the door and locking it from the inside.  He needed time to think and to get his emotions under lock and key again.  Turning to his grandfather's picture, Vergil bowed his head and hoped and prayed, as he always did, that he was at peace despite the way he had left this world.  After that was taken care of, Vergil finally allowed himself a chance to break down and cry, letting all of his suppressed emotions free.