Already thinking up and writing own various escape plans from this evil building of certain doom. Furiously writing while under the table and detailing the plans, most of which are centered around burning down this place. Far too distracted with my escape plan to see the white haired lady come up on me.<br/><br/>"Gah, no I do not want any more cookies!" Screaming out all the more and waving the book at the intruder. Taking a while to think this through, remembering that this isn't college anymore. That is true, this is just some random rathole in the middle of who knows where. Calming down some more before taking a proper look at whomever is invading my perimeter.<br/><br/>"Hm, you look safe enough. I guess I am all right, just rather nervous about being out here in the middle of nowhere. I guess being cooped up in a heavily guarded college for the past 4 decades makes for bad survival skills."