Elena watched as he gave her a familiar appraising glance, which quickly turned dismissive when he clearly didn't get anything more than 'sixteen year old girl'. She'd seen that look on more than just a few people just like him. The only difference was that now she really was just a sixteen year old girl.

Her own impression of the man was still in progress, but he was treating this with all the casualty of someone used to a lot weirder.

"Good thing that's not why I'm here," Elena said with a light chuckle. She idly tapped her backpack with her foot underneath the table. "I'm actually looking for someone. Do you know a... Sylvester Wilton?"