On the subject of alighting, in dual senses of the word, Caleb chooses this moment to incline his head at a nearby bench along the sidewalk - "You want to sit?" and figuring that most people don't just like, stand around on the street for all that long unless they're panhandling, takes to this surface with his legs planted apart in front of him, leaning slightly forward on his knees.
He also starts digging around for his cigarettes, so here we are, alighting. (Haha.) "I dig it, you know, you kind of get to know everybody. And you'll have the same profs more than once, so that's cool, I guess it depends on your preference? And most of us," here indicating the general student populace, "either are in the same place you are or came from it, so there's pretty minimal 'let's give the freshmen shit,' I think."
At least there was in his case, but ...ftlog, look at him. Also, he has really good drugs. "But if anyone gives you a hard time I'll straighten 'em out."