Slade walked to a empty desk and took a seat, bringing hi feet onto the chair so he crouched on the seat rather than actually sit. He then started up the computer and started on the assignments that was left for him to do, he was breezing through them and his fingers never stopped typing for a second. As he worked he kept his blank expression but he could be heard softly mumbling to himself [I]"No, not talking to them. Because they are beneath us."[/I]