Jesse stood amongst the group, hands in his pockets, merely observing. It seemed as though Penelope and crazy Alvira were quickly becoming friends. And the white-haired boy, he hadn't known whom Whitney was before today, and it was strange to him that he hadn't noticed the boy at school or even on the bus. With such a foreign appearance, how could he miss him? Perhaps it was the way Whitney complained about others talking to him--as if Jesse wished to talk to him in the first place--that annoyed Jesse. It annoyed Jesse like a mosquito buzzing in his ear, one he was too lazy to swat away. Whitney was such a whiner; Jesse hoped he would keep his own word and not say anything for the rest of the trip. 

When Terraline spoke her witty reply, Jesse's lips twitched up into what could've been a smile, or what may have been a laugh, for a split second. Jesse had always had problems smiling, as he always appeared to be in pain, and he was, most of the time. Her comment was a bit amusing, he could atleast admit that, but when it came down to it, who really was the 'king' here? That question needed not an answer. Bland Terraline, with a quick tongue, who would've thought? Still, it was nothing impressive and probably not necessary, in Jesse's opinion. The less people responding to Whitney, the better.

As he followed the group silently, a slight movement caught his eye. He glanced back to see Saxon digging through some rocks on the ground, clearly up to no good. Jesse audibly scoffed and shook his head. As long as whatever Saxon was planning to pull had nothing to do with him, there were no problems. Jesse figured that a person like Saxon and a person such as himself, could co-exist in this small world. It was a possibility, maybe. Although, coexisting in this small group, Jesse wasn't sure he could handle that. He watched closely as Saxon came back to the group, obviously hiding whatever he found in his hand, and putting whatever he found, on Whitney, whom then proceeded to wiggle around just as the creature that had been put down his shirt. He ignored Saxon's comment, as he was not about to argue whom had the rightful place on the throne. More amusement, but Jesse didn't know whether to applaud or facepalm. This was all somewhat painful to watch, awkward.

Awkwardly, painfully, Jesse found his way over to Penelope and Alvira. He walked beside Penelope for a moment, glancing down at her cautiously. Though he hated mostly everyone--hate really was a strong word, and such a cruel way to address others beneath him--he wished to make an acquaintance for this journey into the wonders of geology. He decided he would only speak to her when he felt like it, as it was too much of a burden to pretend to want to speak to her and listen to her throughout the trip. Still, she seemed the most normal out of all of them, even though she chose not to wear a dress like the girl Jesse would prefer to talk to, that of which was currently talking to that clown, Saxon. 

"Penelope," he began in a low voice. He cleared his throat and stared off at the building. God, why did he want to do this in the first place? Why did talking to people have to be so hard? It would be easier if everyone simply adored him the moment they saw him. No, Jesse had to complete the difficult task of [i]friendly[/i] communication. As they entered the building, Jesse whispered, "Penelope, correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems as though you're as anxious to get through this as myself. Now, I know it must seem strange that I am speaking to you, as we are from different worlds, but riddle me this: Does your school always participate in lame field trips like this one? From the looks of the building," his hazel eyes glanced around, "this could easily be mistaken for a prison."