Oh he got the curious glance, the raised brow and the frown of confusion all at once. The indicated tattoo however solved that. "133?" He repeated, reaching up to rub that. His eyes were getting clearer but he could read that fine.

"Where'd that come from?" Crap was he branded? Ghosting out of here was seeming more and more like a better idea. "Lockers?" so many questions that made him seem mildly dumb, hmm? he'd smarten up soon, but he was still confused.