Dick didn't have a good reason to be here, except that the school had looked like his school back in Gotham, and when it had started to snow hard enough to drive him indoors, some instinct said this would be a better option than a snowbank. He heard someone call, and then someone answer, so it was not a few seconds longer before he was following Bella into the cafeteria, getting along rather well on two crutches. Somehow all the shapechanging hadn't torn open the wound in his leg again, and in his downtime he was limping around without them, trying to get back into shape. When he went out, however, he was on crutches.
"Getting worse out there," he told the room at large, in a surprisingly cheerful voice. He wore a knit hat and several layers to keep the cold out. His blue coat collar was turned up, but he had a handsome, friendly face and no problem with being stuck with a bunch of people he didn't know for God knows how long.
It probably came of being grateful he wasn't a walrus. Long story.