"Probably not any more than those big dudes downstairs." One that looked angry and Native, and one that looked a bit confused, but nice enough. Conlan had said they were 'Jimmy-an'-Pete'. As to who was who, Americus had no clue. "And sorry. I just, yeah. I'm not sure how things work around here." He smirked slightly then, "It's a school, after all." Right? There was probably very little actual 'screwin' around'. On their way to the kitchen he took note of the route and some of the faces they passed, as well. "So..." might as well try to break the ice a little better than what had been done, "did your brother ever buy you beer?" They were Irish, right? If it was a family custom, maybe he could get them to come around to him, as well.