Damon watched the Quinjet arrive with mixed feelings. He hated being in enclosed areas, not only did they usually prevent his wings from unfolding fully, but in this case they also contained people. He felt himself grumble at the thought of dealing with them.

Damon gripped the duffel that contained his few belongings. Belongings that consisted of mostly clothing and one picture of himself and his mother. He would have the duffle put on his shoulder, but the strap was designed to go over the shoulder and considering two very large hinderences for such things on his back, he went with holding the thing. He had never seen the Quinjet before, yet he was clearly not impressed. He had wanted to just be told where the academy was so he could just fly there, but apparently that wasn't going to be allowed. 

Damon rolled his shoulders and watched the door lower in front of him. Contained within the metal flying tube were two others. Without a word to them, he folded his wings more and strode on. He walked right past them, dropped his duffel and took a seat...his current expression giving clear anti social vibes. He watched the door close and say more comfortable before regaining the anti social expression. He hoped he wouldn't have to work with these two...or talk to them. Really he just wanted to get there already so he could get off of the thing and away from people.