The shock Victor got from shaking Samara’s hand wasn’t all that much of a surprise. Or more accurately he didn’t get caught off guard by it. His older brother followed more after their dad and had an energy projection ability. And wasn’t afraid to use it on low settings.

It was the hesitance that really stuck out to him. And it made him suddenly very aware of both the perceived and expected social dynamics that was going to be forced onto them. And he hated it already.

“Technically I am your handler.” Mr. Jackson would reply. “Vic is one of our star students for sure, but that still only leaves him as a volunteer. All final say goes through me.” He would explain easily, leaning on his desk as he spoke.

“That said, as he is your peer we will be attempting to make sure your and his schedules match up as best we can. The idea is that you should be free to seek him out for help or advice when it comes up. Before needing to elevate the situation to me or people higher up the chain.” 

Which was true, it just also held the silent implication that Victor would also be available to keep an eye on Samara and anything she might be trying to get up too. Trust but verify and all that.

“But all of that will get covered in detail at the orientation.” He checked his watch. “It’s starting at 1:30, which gives you just over two hours to explore and maybe get something to eat before you two are to be at Room 302 in the Humanities building.”

It was then that Victor gave Mr. Jackson a sharp look. Something the older man seem to be able to read quite easily. If the smile and reply were anything to go by. “That’s your call. Bureaucracy is appeased, for now it’s up to your own judgement.”

“Right.” Victor would say, drawing out the world to make it clear that he wasn’t exactly pleased with some aspect of the choice before him. “Then if you don’t mind Samara. I’m going to go change back into my civvies. Be back in ten.”

And with that Victor would leave the two of them in the office as he went off to change out of his gear.

The moment the door closed behind Victor, Andy let out a light chuckle. “Don’t mind him too badly Sam.” He would tell Samara. “He’s not the most social of people. But he’s got a good heart, even if he can be a bit of a stickler at times.”

“Hell be back in six, if you are wanting to wait for him. And feel free to have a burrito if you’re hungry.” Andy would add, gesturing to what was likely a cold breakfast burrito still wrapped on the side desk that Victor had been sitting at earlier.