Oleg was shocked when the principal declared that the source of everyone's dismay was a dead body. And that it was potentially a student from the school, one of the cheerleaders. The big guy's mouth hung open at the revelation, eyes widening in disbelief. 'How could something like this happen?' He wondered. It just seemed so out of place. Sure, people got hurt sometimes by meteor infected or in accidents . . . but for someone to actually die? And then to be place inside one of the lockers in the girls' change room? That seemed a lot like premeditated murder.<br/><br/>A large right hand curled into a fist that shook with righteous indignation. The muscles of his forearm coiled and bunched, swelling with the emotions he felt. Like Chase, Oleg eyed the coach, wanting to see who it was . . . but unlike Chase, Oleg had no resources to act on any knowledge he might gain. It made Oleg feel, despite the abilities he possessed, impotent. The feel was not a comforting one.<br/><br/>Unable to do more, he stopped by Milla. Oleg lowered himself to one knee, and placed a big hand gently upon the girl's shoulder. "Milla," he said gently, doing his best to make his deep, rich voice comforting, "it will be alright. If you are not up to calling home right now, I could give you a ride." The young man offered, his intentions pure and motivated only by a sense of dutiful compassion.