"Uh, yeah," Jay nods. She's silent for s second before remembering she's supposed to introduce herself. "Jay," she says, holding out her hand.

"Danny. Do you know how to find all of your classes? I'm kind of the unofficial welcoming committee." 

"Does that mean there's an official one?" Jay says lightly, aiming for teasing but not quite sure if she's hit it.

She almost says no to the help, but figures making friends is a good way to get all the gossip and digs her timetable out. "Help would be fantastic. Sc- New schools are always confusing." She kicks herself for the near slip, but keeps a friendly smile on her face.

"Standard tour? Or should I just show you where all your classes are first?"

"The standard tour would be brilliant," she decides. "I should be able to find my classes after that."

Plus it gives her a chance to scope the school itself.

Well, it will have to be a brief tour, since she will have to get to classes- but a quick stop by the nearest teacher gets her out of homeroom.

"So, Beacon Hills High. We have plenty of classrooms for you to check out later, but first let's go for the amenities. Girls' bathroom is over here, boys' on the other side of the hall. Two on each floor. If you want to be strategic, memorize a route to the cafeteria that takes you past one. That way you can cover all your basic needs and still have time to meet new people." 

"These are the locker rooms, where you can get changed for the ever-important gym class, and here's the gym, where you can prove yourself on the dodgeball battlefield." 

"The pool is over there, opposite side of the locker rooms, that's the computer lab...the library, but you're probably better off skipping it for most things." 

"The auditorium, which we use twice a year, and the music rooms, which we use a lot more often...and those are the greatest hits."

"Well, I certainly can't think of anything else I'd need to know," Jay admits - a slightly lie, roof access would've been nice, but she'd spotted a possible door and can check that out later. "Thanks for this."

Which is when the bell goes.

"I'll see you round, then?" Jay is not ashamed to say that she's more than willing to use Danny as a springboard to this being social thing. He's friendly enough that it makes it easy.

"Sure. If you don't find anyone more fun by then, you can sit with me at lunch. Good luck."

"I appreciate that," Jay says with a smile.

And then it's off to class, and it's math. Which is...boring. Not all that difficult compared to figuring out the precise angle required for-

And, no. Jay is supposed to be a normal teenager, who doesn't think of things like that. So she looks around the room instead, trying to spot anyone she recognises, or who looks interesting or suspicious.

Does the young Miss Argent count as familiar or interesting? 

The young Miss Argent counts as both. And again, an opportunity for information gathering.

"This seat taken?" Jay asks, pointing at the empty seat next to her.

"No, it's all yours. I'm Allison, by the way." 

"Thanks," Jay sits down. "I'm Jay. Being very grateful to run into two relatively friendly people. It...doesn't normally happen."

"Beacon Hills is pretty friendly," she agrees.

"I'm new around here, actually. It's been a little over a month." 

"Well, my experience so far agrees with that." Barring the incident in the wood last night, but that was hardly likely to reflect on the entire town. "Oh, so you still remember being new girl. Sucks doesn't it? I mean, I think I've been lucky, gossip mill seems to be focused on other things this morning..." It isn't said to be intentionally cruel, and sounds honestly offhand, but Jay is watching Allison out of the corner of her eye, waiting to see what reaction that gets.

"Oh-oh, yeah. Um, what are people saying?"

"Well, apparently a girl ran out of the hospital naked, after being attacked, and well, apparently none of them have any understanding of trauma?" Jay shakes her head. (She might be forgetting that a lot of "normal" teenagers won't have any frame of reference for responses to that kind of trauma.) "And apparently whispering about what someone's Aunt did is okay? I mean, how does that change the person they know? People like that are really good at hiding who they are..." It sounds there like she might just be talking from personal experience.

"People don't care about who they're gossiping about, or it wouldn't be any fun. I usually steer clear of it, if I can. That's the nice thing about not being new anymore."

Jay smirks slightly at that. "Well. I kinda hate saying this, but the upshot of all that is that I'm pretty low on the list of things to be gossiped about!"

"I'm sure the girl with the crazy aunt doesn't mind. I guess you know who I am."

Jay grimaces, slightly sheepishly. "Sorry. Didn't want to..." she pauses, trying to word this right. "I didn't just want to come out and say it. Although I think my inability to do words might have just ended with me sticking my foot in my mouth. My condolences, by the way. Family's family."

"She was a lot younger than my dad. We were basically sisters, growing up. I moved around a lot, and she would always blow into whatever small town or big city or isolated ranch we landed on."