"Why should I be friendly?" It was, in his mind, a statement of the obvious. He didn't care about anyone here, and he had no reason to try and make friends. Clearly though this boy thought that he should or something. He didn't know why. The braid though caught his attention and he stared for a moment, suddenly distracted, and his fingers twitched. Braiding had worked on his dexterity but it was also something that kept him calm, and he seemed transfixed for a moment before he shook his head. "I will figure it out."