Lawrence grimaced, a bit disappointed in the group he so far had seen. Though he knew it wasn't anything massively prestigious, he had expected this school to bring out the... better of humanity. Perhaps though, it was the obscurity of this school that attracted these people. He wasn't really sure what to think of many of them. One of them appeared as if they could hardly stay awake. Of course, some people can't really handle their planes. It still astounded him that people could go their entire lives without ever taking a plane rides. Though at first the thought of traveling through the air at near-sonic speeds, suspended by a metal tube turned his stomach, but after years of exploiting the convenience had settled his inhibitions.

The first to speak since Che simply commented on the duration of the flight, as well as adding in some insignificant tidbit about the time-zones. He couldn't quite put a name to the face- come to think of it, no names attached themselves to these faces. He tended to have trouble with names, which was a nuisance more than any actual hindrance. He took note of Che's name. He had hoped, for the sake of not embarrassing himself, that he could at least remember this man for later conversation.

He considered following the lead of the other man, making a dumb joke or two, drawing attention to himself. Or, he could simply shy back and pretend that no one noticed his lack of attention. As these thoughts danced through his mind, he strayed to something different- something deeper. Ever since he had looked up this island for the first time, two things had actually interested him. The disappearances were a mystery in their own that entranced him, but something else struck him. This fog so thick, so consistent that there were no reliable satellite images of the place? That's simply murder mystery gold, and certainly interested him enough to even consider this academy a decent use of his time. 

Often, Lawrence lay awake, pondering what might've happened if he had ignored this perfect mystery of a school, simply gone on to Harvard. Always he could think of only one answer. [i]"The mystery would go unsolved."[/i] It was these thoughts that stayed Lawrence's tongue. Rather, he sat in silence, observing the others, waiting for someone- anyone else to take the initiative, and actually do something worthwhile.