It was quite obvious that the Freshman that Sumat had just met had no intention of stopping his questions any time soon. Sumat never knew how to properly react when this happened. On the one hand, the questions being asked were all perfectly valid, nothing stupid like 'do you eat Mice' or 'do you find Cobras sexy'? But on the other hand, too many questions in a row, from the same person, and formed from a false image of him, was tiresome. He already knew where it was going to go. The child would say 'why did you come here if you don't particularly care for your powers?', and he'd say 'I already told you' and then they'd respond 'That's boring, how dare you be different from what I imagined!' and then that'd be the end of that.

It was with great relief, then, that another Freshman approached his table before the first had the opportunity to speak. What made it infinitely better was that he actually complimented him on his dress sense. That was just a bonus, though; could have been an insult and he'd still have been glad his efforts were noticed.

"Many thanks." He replied to the new figure, putting on a smile of his own (inadvertantly exposing his fangs), and chuckling slightly to emphasise the upcoming sarcasm. "I now know that my efforts were not in vain." 

As is custom when meeting a new person that gives you a positive impression of themselves, he took a look at the man, noticing that there weren't many ethnic minorities in the hall at the moment. He wasn't sure if he himself counted, since his own ethnicity was hidden by all the green scales and the accent.

"You needn't worry about my funds, though." He continued, in regards to the 'must have cost a fortune' remark, and brushing his collar slightly with one of his top hands. "I have my sources."

"Yeah, y'know he's the-"

"AHEM." Sumat felt it fit to cut off the other Freshman before he ruined this so-far decent social encounter, combining it with a wave of his lower left hand in front of the other man's mouth. Hopefully he'd get the hint.

Before he could continue, he noticed, at the corner of his eye, a great mass of heat heading in the direction of the entrance, combined with a lot of vibration in the same direction. He took a cursory glance over there and noticed that people were congregating around some... injured person. This made him grunt under his breath; what was it about accidents that everyone saw fit to gawk at?

He decided he'd simply ignore it, and hoped this new face would do the same.

"My name is Sumat." He said, his native accent briefly flaring up when he said his own name. He pulled his chair in with his lower arms, resting his upper arms on the table and leaning forward as a gesture of inquisition. This new face was giving off good vibes. "This gentleman and I were just discussing why the people here have... well, come here. Tell me, why did you choose to study here, mister...?" He trailed off, gesturing for the other man to finish his sentence for him.