[ There are still small victories in tracking down one of the brothers when she isn't completely sure where they might be. Yet, her steps took her toward the gymnasium, pulled there slightly more by some tug of nostalgia that she pushes down.

Stepping right up to the door and going in, posture and air typical of herself. Smiling at Stefan, pleased to have located him and with his choice of words, she's not surprised to hear his tone. That, in fact, seems kind of typical for him lately. ] Stefan. [ She stands beside a filing cabinet, looking over to him. ] Isn't it obvious? I wanted to see what kind of setup you've got going here. [ Clearly amused with herself, expression soft all the same, she peers all around the office. ] I've seen worse, for those teaching in public education.

[ Her brows knit, question clearly about to be presented as she steps forward, putting herself next to where he sits at the desk, leaning back against it. ] Could they even call it that, though? I mean, it is free. At least, it was when we went here. [ Wasn't it? Does she even care? Is she talking just to talk? She smiles, some secret that's nonexistent radiating in her eyes, as if they share something special.

She reaches one hand behind herself to draw small circles on the top of the desk's surface. ] Do you bring meals in here? Eat...all alone? [ You should never have to be alone, Stefan! ]