Connor left the classroom, heading towards the cafeteria and lunch. He was thinking. Work on coincidence. Well, he could do that. Couldn't he? He mulled this over getting a tray of food, and heading towards the table he and Austin normally sat at, looking through the crowd.

Confidence. What could he do well? Build things obviously. He smiled slightly, and build things well. He was a stark after all.

A Starks. His father, his fathers father etc had all been men of confidence, really. Arrogance, sure. And confidence. Definetely.

Connor didn't want to become an arrogant man. If he did, he thought he might just loose himself. 

He started to eat a sandwich absently.

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Kalinda headed to the cafeteria. She wasn't really hunger but what else could she do? She looked at the schedule, searching for iron fists class. Maybe she'd go take that class soon.