Will said nothing, mostly just waiting for an opportunity to leave. He had a lot of places he'd rather be than here, namely the bathroom, but after that he wanted to have a chance to unpack his stuff before class. The ten year old silently edged his way to the back of the small group of students, anxiously chewing on the end of his jacket sleeve. His other hand twirled strands of his dark brown hair, his gaze cast on the ground although he was still technically paying attention. He didn't have a lot to do with the situation with the rocket, other than almost being its victim, so he wasn't quite sure why he had to be here.