"Yo." Mako exclaimed loudly, slamming a tray of vegetables and hummus onto the table - where Kane was sat. Mako was a creature of insecure habits, and the short time he had with Kane was enough for Mako to consider them both talking terms.
Mako sat opposite Kane, who are quietly, barely acknowledging Mako, despite his width. In one's eyesight, Mako took up a lot of space.

"You eat meat, bruva?" Mako asked enthusiastically, Kane barely allowed time to swallow his food before he went on "I'm a veggie. Not 'cause of animals or owt, just it's healthier for ya's." 
Suddenly, a thought shot through Mako's mind - his accent. No wonder everyone he'd spoken to so far seemed so confused. And the bruises didn't exactly help his approachability. 

"Uh, lemme backtrack." He began again, chatty and haphazard "'owt' means 'anything' where I come from." 

A silence passed as the two ate, Mako contently dipping celery sticks into his hummus. But he couldn't shake off the boredom, or his undeniable curiosity of everyone else around him.

"What, uh... What's your 'thing'?" Mako asked Kane, who peered over his mac and cheese with piercings eyes, making Mako recoil slightly in his seat. 
Then Mako saw an opportunity for some social interaction. After all, if he wanted to experience PITY, not just survive it, he was gonna have to make friends. And so, looking like a mad gorilla, he hopped up onto his table with a thud and announced:

"Hey! I'm Mako Reed! Yes, like the shark." There were some giggles to be heard, but they faded shortly "I kinda wanna talk to peeps, as I'm sure everyone does, but I'm not exactly good at plucking topics I don't care about from the air." He was brutally honest, as always, but was used to situations where all eyes were on him. At this point, he didn't rest mind how rediculous he looked. "So, uh..." There was a silent pause as Mako began to concentrate, and all of a sudden Mako's tray began to levitate slowly, all the individual vegetables doing so as well, forming a "HI" with a smiley face in celery sticks, carrots and beans. Mako then noted the sounds that began to emit from the students - not ones of shock or fear, but of intrigue and approval. Mako shrugged modestly, and the food and tray slowly floated back down.

"That's my mutation, or ability or whatever. Who wants to share there's next?" He asked with a cheeky grin, inviting everyone top perform in the show. If anything, at least it might make people see that they have one thing on common, at least. Scary new place full of scary new people? Someone needs to get the freakish, mutated ball rolling.