"J-Just fine," Gray insisted as he was pulled to his feet. He managed a smile, but found it hard to look the two ladies in the eye; he'd always been like that around women he wasn't familiar with. "It's mostly homework. I suppose there's gotta be a point where the books start hitting the students." He chuckled at his joke.

He cleared his throat, looking at Mercury. "If you're looking for graphic novels, I know the library has a small manga collection." Gray gathered his books up, tensing visibly when the black haired beauty dusted him off. "I'm alright. After all..." He looked down at his prosthetic arm. "I've been through worse."

Gray shook his head, remembering the hours his mother drilled etiquette into his head. "I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Gray Halseyon." He knew that name would be recognized, and he secretly dreaded telling people he was the heir to one of the biggest companies in Remnant. But there was no use lying in this case, since the family and company crest-- a pawn, within a king, within a square-- was emblazoned on his jacket. Gray understood completely what the crest meant: "At the end of the game, the king and the pawn return to the same box".