Gideon's eyes traveled from Atlas's large form propped on the overhanging doorway to Priscilla, Oliver, and Chris. Truly the amount of attention garnered around that girl was absolute. They were close enough that Gideon could make out what they were saying but went to confirm that they were alright, particularly the boy with the odd ears who was hit in the back of the head with the boomerang. The clicks of his swords announced his approach before he did, half of his face still covered by the scarf-like cloth that wrapped around his face and spilled out over the hooded robes. Due to the cloth, his words were slightly muffled, though the laid back tone could still be heard loud and clear.
"Male with odd ears, are you intact? The impact from the boomerang appeared to have hurt a great deal." Xovos inquired, coming into their conversation like a train through a traffic jam.
"I am surprised that a student would be permitted to assault another student, though, she appears to have regret her decisions." He frowns for a moment, not giving anyone a moment to talk.
"My name is Gideon Xovos, I transferred here from the desert outskirts to hone my abilities." Offering his hand forward to any of the three of them. His pace of speech seems more of a no-nonsense business man than a friend. It might be that he's really just awkward with laid-back conversation, despite his confident attitude.