When the big guy offered it, Trey gladly shook his hand. It was nice to think that he had made a friend, despite only being at the Grinder for such a considerably short amount of time. Trey nodded politely as Sumat spoke. It seemed that he was hear for a noble really, with the reptilian mutant wishing to possibly inspire others like him to gain more confidence and accept their differences. He smiled at the thought.

He too noticed the commotion occurring outside. Although now the voices were louder and more aggressive. Puzzled, he stood on his toes to spy over the crowd, although this had little effect. “Yeah I do” He said turning slightly to look back at Sumat. “Let’s go see what all this commotion is about!”

Turning on his heel, Trey set off, navigating his way through the crowd between him and the door, which was conveniently steadily heading in the same direction. Holding his coffee up in order to stop himself from spilling it, he weaved around students and teachers alike before finally arriving outside. He was greeted by the sight of what appeared to be an Anti-Mutant protest. Shaking his head in anger, he watched as a small fight broke out between them and a few young mutant students, which was luckily mostly stopped by the arrival of a walking cat. The feline man barked loudly, and seemed to be repeating what seemed like a list of rights.

What was even stranger was the feline, whom Trey now recognised as one of the Grinder’s professors that the Headmaster had introduced earlier, was now generating what appeared to be portals. Students disappeared from sight only to reappear several yards closer to the auditorium. 
Trey had decided to stay put however, when one of the protestors seemed to shout back at the Professor, with the redneck instructing the Professor to leave, calling him an enormous pile of excrement. He, along with several other stereotypically accurate rednecks charged forward, shouting and shrieking as they did so. 

Before they could reach the Professor however, Trey had raised his hands and begun to concentrate. A half-second later the swearing and shouting instantly stopped, as well as any over sound coming from the charging southerners. Trey smiled at the bubble he had created, and headed towards the teacher, admiring the frozen faces of the protestors within his creation.