"My story? Good question if not a stereotypical retort but judging by your egotistical attitude. Well, I am not very good at telling others, not that I am very fond of it in the first place, about my life or any information about myself. I will leave you with one thing, though, that may interest you. Other than being oh so very jealous of your perfect life." Lance made sure to put a little bit of emphasis on the last part, as to make it sound like he was subtly mocking her. If she would notice or not, or how she would react, would probably be a show in itself.

"Simply put, I am someone who grew up in an average place and eventually things went wrong and then I ended up here. I don't think you need to know much else, especially since I don't think I will ever need to tell you much more. Come on, though, let's see about others that need to be put in a group." It wasn't what Lance personally wanted on his first day of school but it would be good to have at least someone around so he didn't go insane from being alone anymore. Putting on his smile so long seemed like it was plastered on by now, too. Good thing since only rare events could make him seem anything other than joyful.

"Look at that boy, there. All by his lonesome like the loner and the rich brat. Let's go." Lance was referring to the only one that already wasn't with someone else, the boy closest to the stage who seemed to be more like a lost puppy than someone who actually belonged in a school for fighting Grimm. Lance put his arm around the girl's neck and pulled her toward the boy, waving at him while walking closer and making sure his 'hostage' didn't escape.