The shrill ringing of the bell did nothing to mollify Rex's bad mood as he skulked down the hall toward his locker, the students that were here by choice parting around him like leaves around a stick that has so rudely been stuck in the middle of a stream. 

The said thing, and I mean the really raw deal in this whole situation, is that he'd wanted to be here. He'd been unnaturally strong even before all the museum horseshit, strong enough at least to rip a thigh bone off a display to try braining a guy with it. It wasn't much, but he thought that might have been enough. 

He looked around ruefully at the ornate halls, hall's that he would have done anything to once walk. It was amazing how quickly the shine came off something once you were being forced into it. 

He felt a wet, quick, hot breath on the back of his brain and stopped in the middle of the hall. The snort had been meant to urge him on. Get this over with. Improve himself so he might move on to the real work. He clapped his hand on the back of his head, an impotent gesture, and scowled. "We got enough time. Quit hounding me. Big stupid lizard, didn't even have school trying to tell me how to..."

He continued down the hall, muttering to himself.