Pratt stayed quiet. He had no real reason to talk, and he would much rather get to know the people around him rather than telling them about himself. There wasn't much to talk about when it came to him, he believed. He just ran and swam, there was nothing real interesting there other than the unexpected rhyme. He matched names with faces and repeated them until a woman that seemed to be one of the counselors spoke up and told them the rules of the camp. He was sure that sooner or later, all of the rules of the camp would be broken at least once. With his small amount of experience with summer camps, he was sure that someone or a group of people would be doing everything that they weren't supposed to be doing. He hadn't been in that crowd before, but he had encountered people that enjoyed breaking rules before, and in a world as big as theirs, there were abound to be at least a few people like that at the camp.

He looked at the group that he had entered and glanced at a counselor that was walking to the door. He assumed that nobody had taken to recognizing his presence yet, and let the group without a word. It would have been odd to tell them that he was leaving the group, since he never said or really did anything to become a part of it. He walked over to the door and waited patiently for other to join him.