Avery watched the fiasco between Marc and the food trays, quite honestly surprised at how he had managed to kick the tray that had been heading for his face like he had. He must have some pretty amazing reflexes to be able to react so quickly. All the attention on him appeared to make him uncomfortable, however, as he hurriedly left the area he had been in, head sweeping from side to side as if he was looking for someone. To help him out, Avery waved her hand a bit.

Before too long, he found the table she was sitting at and took the seat next to her, setting down his tray and offering a simple greeting. “What was that that you did there?” Avery asked, too curious to want to avoid the subject. While it was probably nothing, the feat has seemed almost... inhuman. No one she had ever seen had been able to move like that, and, though it was beyond foolish, Avery couldn't help but wonder if he was like her. The relief that knowledge would bring would be beyond her imagination. At the very least, it would mean that she wasn't alone, and at the most, she would have someone to talk to about it. But again, that was probably just a silly fantasy that she had dreamed up.