[I][U]Felix Karrde[/I][/U]
[I]I just love how everyone left as soon as I got here[/I], Felix mused to himself. Yep, it was gonna be a long year, or however long he'd be here.

After seeing everyone who acknowledged his existence go, he backed away from the table, muttering something unintelligible as he turned his back and walked away. Alone he felt safe. It seemed like having a personality was something everyone else must've hated.

He walked back over to one of the edges of the cafeteria and went back to watching the crowd and fiddling with the items in his pocket. Realizing he would probably be spending a lot of time in the cafeteria, he pulled out his nail file and walked over to the nearest empty table. He decided he was going to carve out a niche for himself. Literally.

Taking the nail file he quickly began to grind a very small slit in the table's edge, planning to work a hole into it a centimeter tall and probably several deep so that he may be able to store something outside his room later on, perhaps something that he'd need to keep private. He kept grinding away, hunched over and staring at the hole for several minutes before deciding he may be spotted. So he changed his posture to something a bit more casual before putting his fingers back to work.