"I'm the fattest and slowest, huh?" Oh, it's kind of nice seeing him willing to tease, to joke. He snorts, shaking his head-- and he wishes he could confidently say all these teenagers weren't seconds away from going Lord of the Flies, but he's actually not.

"Oh, I'm sure I will. Steven Grant, protector against... moody, hormonal teenagers. I'll gladly let them yell at you when they've decided I've somehow insulted their sense of independence."