The icy-haired boy rose from his seat and started toward the door. Perhaps he would figure something out during lunch. If not who to trust as a leader, then at least the start of a plan to get what he was searching for. Maybe the two decisions were not too different, though. If he knew who actually had some idea of what they were doing here, that might be key in finding the steps he needed. 

...As much as he hated it, he realized that he might have to confront the shifter eventually as well. If he could take on that shape, then he had to know something.