Gabe's blithe retort about the student body living on gossip didn't make it further than the back of his throat. Even if Z hadn't shown up last night, asking her questions, it was pretty obvious there was a difference between this and the usual scuttlebutt that greased the halls.
So instead he said, "Oh, I don't know. I like it here. Nice neutral territoriy. Supervising adult." Nominally. Somewhere. "Lots of witnesses. Do I need to have this discussion with you?"
He wasn't sure, hadn't been sure. Had come over here to see, but mostly just to... see. Making it up as he went along had always (roughly) worked out for him in the past. And he'd noticed she hadn't denied it either. Though he wasn't necessarily going to take that omission as any sort of declaration of intent. Yet.