Calm, thumping steps made there way towards the fighting class, they seemed to give off a clack, though the feet where covered in worn sneakers rather than anything hard footed. The small frame that these feet carried was robotic in reality. He called himself Jeremy, which he found as a rather normal name. With his hands in the pockets of his red hoodie, and his eyes up staring at the ceiling. He wasn't used to these clothes, as it was given to him to help him settle into normality. He let out a sigh as he turned the next hallway only to feel another body hit him, and tears follow close by. He looked down in a panic. He was about to being social contact? So fast? He hoped that they felt his synthetic skin and not the metal underneath.