Out of the way of the real people is, naturally, doing the difficult work of sorting out the stuff! This means someone else will need to be on mal watching duty, which he doesn't like much because these people are all kind of shit at it, but there's a senior New Yorker nearby who sounds like he'll get plenty protective from that shouting in the hall, so probably it's as safe as it ever is to not be looking out for the monsters that want to eat you.
"Cool. - do you, um, know what happened in Chicago? Julia said something about it but I don't know what it was exactly."
"Uh." He lowers his voice, because he's aware that there are some survivors from Chicago here, he's been listening. "No. That's the big drama. We won't know until next year's batch of freshmen get brought in with explanatory letters. We do know that apparently the enclave is gone, though. And instead of all of the people that were supposed to be brought in from there, the spell for grabbing freshmen for Scholomance grabbed random mages who thought they were mundane. To fill out the roster."
"Oh," she says, taking a cue from him and further lowering her voice. "So - normally everyone who comes here is expecting it?"
"Yeah. Comparatively, you were screwed over, by not having forewarning and prep time." His voice returns to its earlier volume. "... But also comparatively, you got incredibly lucky, because even the bad odds here are better than the ones out there."
Nod.
"...thank you for the clothes," she says, quietly, sounding a lot more genuine and a lot less happy-go-lucky this time.
"Thank Julia and New York for being generous," he corrects gently, but he knows what she means anyway, and gives her a small smile to show it.
She nods and smiles back. "They seem really nice." And she mostly means that; they are being super helpful, even if she's a little clearer on the fact that Julia is not really uncomplicatedly a friend, now.
She thinks Vernon is probably a friend, though. Maybe. A cynical friend, but hey, that's not disqualifying.
She dives into sorting through the next box of stuff, and this time she goes out of her way to occasionally ask him if he thinks they can do anything spaceship-y with anything promising.