There was an obnoxious slurping sound, and then, "O? Bonjour, mon ami."
From the hall leading to the right, Remy would step out from the corner and stand there, slurping at his juice pack, dressed in his summer best -- a black tank top and a pair of old green cargo pants because they were cool to the skin. He had been on his own bout of exploration, he figured he ought to use his vacant days well before school began by knowing the nooks and crannies of the institute and he had been going about it systematically for the past few days until this new face came along. That was a point of interest he couldn't ignore.
Lowering his refreshment, he said, his red-on-black eyes never abandoning the fresh kid, "Never seen you before. You new here, oui?"