Carefully, so as not to make awkward eye contact with anyone, Kurt's gaze swept across the other participants. He felt mildly surprised that most of these people appeared to be minors; he wondered vaguely if this was legal or if they'd had to badger overworked parents into lazily signing a waiver. Or perhaps many of them had forged the signatures. He'd certainly done that plenty of times when there were field trips that he wanted to attend before his aunt had taken him under her wing. A prickle of uneasiness went up his spine. Socialization was the last thing on his mind right now, especially after that positively nightmarish bus fiasco. All he wanted was to go straight into a laboratory, discuss a few medical topics perhaps with a well-trained doctor, get his powers, and move on from there. 

He glanced down at the plant that he still cradled in both hands, feeling quite out of place here. Not that that mattered. He wasn't here to make friends. Still, it couldn't hurt to be polite to at least one person. Stiffly, he sat in an uncomfortable bench as far away from a freakishly-cheerful looking scientist as possible, and then set down the pot containing his succulent so softly that the hard clay didn't make a sound. He took a deep breath.