Crospy had refused to leave the room, he was lost enough in the place so leaving the safe haven was a death wish. Looking around he attempted to keep his calm, despite a cut he had accidentally made on his stomach from before. Speaking of the knife he was glad it would be gone for good, flushing into his smelly homeland of the sewers. The idea of having such a rude student was something that would grind cropsy's gears but he could make do, he was a natural adapter.