Christian sat in the cafeteria, mug in hand, with his eyes closed in what one could almost call meditation. Not quite though, due to all the thoughts still flying throughout his head. Christian stopped thinking when his head started to ache. There were just too many unknowns at the moment. He opened his eyes, and saw Luna leaving the kitchen. Chris didn't even notice her walk in, and judging by her glance towards the kitchen, there was someone else with her. He needed to pay attention more often. To add to that thought, his tea had now cooled down so much that it was nearly room temperature. Insult to injury, he guessed. Chris took a sip of his tea, which happened to still be decent, before calling out to the 'new' arrival.

"Hello. How's it going?" Chris asked. As soon as the words left his mouth Chris wanted to slap himself. He just had to ask that after they had all been told to kill each other to escape an unescapable school. Of course it wasn't going very well. He quickly took another sip of his tea, staring into the mug.