Morrison always enjoyed the boat ride to the island. It gave him time to catch up with any old friends he saw or talk to newer students who were often nervous or unsure of the academy itself. While there wasn't much to do but talk or enjoy the warm weather it was good enough to keep a blind person content along the way or at least enough for him. He listened to all of the conversations he could while moving about the ship as far as he dared to venture, and it reminded him a bit of his first year. Of course he had been going for quite some time now but the place felt like a second home to him and he never felt any less glad to be back from the break.

When the crowd rushed to get off the large boat he usually stayed at the back of them because as good as he was at navigating crowds it wasn't something he liked to test with a bunch of cooped up teenagers trying to get off the boat at mach 2. He was rather glad to get a break of all the nervous energy of a good portion of the new students and with all of them in the auditorium it gave him time to deal with his stomach which had reminded him of the banquet. It didn't take particularly long for him to get into the cafeteria and getting himself something to eat took less, though he avoided the chicken like the plague, but once he was satisfied with his plate he really didn't feel like sitting down for a bit so he walked around giving a wave or nod to whoever noticed him.

Morrison had his fill after a little while and decided to see who was at some of the tables or what was going on at different ones because the first day was always full of interesting conversations and/or interactions between the new students and older ones. It took sometime but he recognized a couple voices from what appeared to be a rather crowded table with people coming and going, most seemed to be talking with each other and the few who weren't were most likely waiting out the others. He moved on after a bit of listening, he never once moved his eyes in anyone's direction out of silent courtesy, which he noticed another table with three girls two he recognized and one he didn't. What he did notice was just how calm and toned down the new girl was which rung oddly with him but he decided not to think too much about it though the mention of a prank, sometimes he was glad his hearing was so sharp, made him chuckle quietly.

Morrison moved over a few feet upon hearing the rather familiar voice of the large gator man, whom he had met a few times and liked to call Swamp-Thing as a good natured jest, with a couple others he knew and once again a new student had started chatting them up, or most of them probably he wasn't there long enough to know. He decided to discard his plate which had been empty for a little while as he took in some of the nearby conversations realizing if anyone had been looking it would be pretty obvious he was just hanging around. It wasn't a huge deal if someone did notice him because anyone who knew him wouldn't be surprised by his listening. Likely he would come back to see if someone called him over, he rather preferred not to interrupt an ongoing conversation but he was patient enough to wait for the moment.