Damien tilted his head as the apparent Headmaster started to reveal who would be bunking with who. He could only pick out two names out of the bunch, his own and Kireina's, the ice girl from earlier. The person who he just happened to be his living companion. For a few seconds he cast his sight along the bus, glancing at the pairs that he could see, analyzing any potential weaknesses. There was the boy everyone was shocked at, or something, sitting along with the younger girl with blond hair. Normally people would see youth as a weakness, but Damien understood that youth meant perceived innocence. Usually the younger ones were able to get away with the most. Heat guy however, was a blank slate. The only thing he could gather was that he seemed to be the type of person who was a true hero. Selfless and whatnot. Damien hated true heroes. He understood the value of doing underhanded things to survive. But he wasn't exactly a fan of villains either, who used their tactics for more than necessary.
The only other people he considered of note so far were the girl in mostly black who, from what he could tell, he could get along with if he were the getting-along-with-people type of person; as well as Metal Man and the younger girl with blue hair. If the girl could use any element like Ice, electricity, or anything like that, then they were going to be heavy hitters.
Damien was almost reluctant to go talk to his future 'roommate', but he wanted to start things on the right foot. What he defined as on the right foot, however, was much different than most. He got out of his seat, and moved to sit across the row from Kireina "If we're going to be living in the same house, let's set some ground rules. Rule One: I'm not interested in making friends, nor am I interested in making enemies with someone who's potential I do not know. So except for times when we absolutely need to speak, you do your thing, I'll do mine. Rule Two: My past is not yours to know. Likewise I don't wish to know your past. These bring up emotions, for example, sometimes pity, sometimes hatred, sometimes happiness. I don't much care for emotions, they make you weak." He pauses here, before casting his gaze over toward her, his eyes almost lifeless and bored. "If you have any rules, state them now before we get where we're going." He much preferred getting the rules out right away, otherwise it didn't have the same effect. He raised a brow expectantly waiting for her answer, and possible rules so he could go back to where he was. Alone.