Shemp headed for the door, eager to actually eat something. Mostly because he was hungry, but...
There was that tiny voice. The feeling. The compulsion to whip out his fists and solve his problems. He could swear that it was getting insistent, and that scared him because it confirmed something for him: when you got shot up with pureed animal you also got a bit of Wild Instinct, and what people called Wild Instinct really had only very basic settings: eat what's in front of you, screw what's in front of you, live, live, live. While the Mantis Shrimp may not be one of the most passionate lovers in the animal kingdom it made up for this with almost psychopathic aggression, and that little feeling that all the worlds problems could be solved with one punch was only growing with each passing tummy grumble as the Wild Instincts insisted that he was dying and needed to fix this problem immediately.
Like hell was he, a human being, the pinnacle of evolution on this planet, going to let himself be beaten by one of those lazy asses who had stayed in the ocean. He gripped that Wild Instinct in the snares of logic and buried it under a mountain of higher thought, but it was still there. Like some ancient evil, whispering up to its followers from the depths of its sunken temple, just waiting to find someone desperate enough to free it. Not eating earlier had been a mistake he did not intend to make again. He would fill up that crack in his defenses with food, and shut that feeling out.
"That's like for self discovery or something." he replied to Oliver, to distract himself "I'm pretty sure when you teach someone something you tell them things. Thought maybe I missed that day? I might have been working." Then he spotted someone in front of him he hadn't seen before.A blue haired guy that looked about Oliver's age. A guy that, just by looking at him, actually made him sort of uncomfortable in a way that he didn't understand. He called out to him "Hey buddy, where were you during orientation?"