James didn't move. Not to breathe. Not swaying. Not flexing a muscle. As if tensed in battle, awaiting an enemy blow. Then, he woke up, as he realized someone was speaking to him. He sighed mentally, as he started moving his chest muscles, giving the appearance of breath. He'd forgotten to keep doing that while he'd been daydreaming. The sudden movement only put his previous stillness in more contrast, however, as James spent a moment to examine this woman.
An elf. Young, fast learner, magic user. He'd heard there would be a new teacher, although he had been interested only slightly in the details. She'd be a bookworm, paying attention to her studies, not enough attention to her surroundings. No real combat experience, she lacked the hardened edge of a warrior. While he imagined she could possibly be quite dangerous if given the chance, she could easily be killed with a slight poison in her food, or if need be a quick stab to the throat. Furthermore, her footing would be unstable, and she'd be likely to panic if confronted with a real threat to her life. An easy kill, should the need arrive.
"Interesting. I had assumed you would know, miss Freija. My name is James. I am Undead." James makes a mental note to find out where Freija lived, and install failsafes, as he had done with the other teachers in the school - besides Third, who seemed to know about every trick he tried to pull. A trigerable explosive would do,but he'd prefer a gas. Much less messy, and it left the corpse intact.