After passing a large, armored faunus whose species he couldn't identify on the way in, Abel made his way back toward the mattress that still had his things near it. While his intention was to clean up, he realized right after starting the laborious journey over and around all the mattresses in his way that holding the Ampere as he was currently doing made him look suspicious. He hoisted the weapon onto his back, where it remained despite not having any sort of harness. He was, of course, using his semblance to hold it there, but to the casual observer it would look like the polearm simply stuck to his hoodie. Luckily, the casual observer would also not be paying any attention to such trivial things.

With the his weapon now out of the way, Abel navigated the ballroom floor back to his mattress. With people awake and things moved around, the journey was more treacherous than he had left it. The mess of mattresses and personal items was a far cry from the neat, divided rows left by the school staff last night, but with teenagers, they'd have been fools to expect anything less. Halfway through his trek, Abel became momentarily intoxicated by the scent of some exotic tea in the air and accidentally trod on a sleeping girl's hair, twisting it slightly beneath his heel. He stepped off as if the girl's pink locks had been red-hot coals. "Oh crap, my bad, you okay?" He hovered over her somewhat, concerned. Making a mortal enemy on the first day of school probably wasn't the best idea, so he felt that any mistakes like this had to be set right immediately. As he looked at Priscilla's face, he couldn't help but notice how lovely she was. In his eyes, that made his error all the more egregious. 

In his panic, Abel failed to identify Priscilla as the girl that the dog faunus Oliver had been so attached to yesterday--it simply slipped his mind.