That looks like someone who isn't talking to anyone yet! Shaved heads aren't ideal for recognizing people but there aren't that many black kids in the Scholomance, for historical reasons that are unfortunate though not mostly as unfortunate as the Tejano policy, and that's good for recognizing people. Plus, not being Asian, he probably speaks at least decent English. (Also he's kind of cute, which is a bad reason to make friends with someone but nevertheless motivating.)

Camillo dodges through the crowd, alternating between keeping an eye on the potential new friend and watching his feet in case of horrible critters. He would really like to avoid the horrible critters insofar as possible.

"Hi! I'm Camillo," he says, cheerfully, once he's in range for introductions, and sticks out his hand like a polite Southern boy.

"Hello I'm Caio!" says Caio, startled by the abrupt approach but trying to roll with it. Hand...shake? Handshake.

He is succeeding at introducing himself to people. If he introduces himself to at least ten people and has at least three real conversations he is going to allow himself to go cry in his room.

"Where are you from?" Camillo asks, because it's more polite than are you from an enclave while serving the same purpose, since enclavers will inevitably say so.

"São Paulo. Uh, the city. What about you?"

Not an enclaver. There's nothing wrong with that. Maybe he's maintenance-track; it's supposed to be good to be friendly with the maintenance-track kids. Both because it's the right thing to do, and because they can really help you out or screw you over.

"San Antonio," he says, because it would be bragging to say the Tejano enclave right after the other boy said he wasn't, but the city makes it clear if you're the kind of person who cares enough to keep track of where the enclaves are, and then adds "Texas," in case the other boy doesn't keep track. "You're -- from Brazil, then, right?"

"That's right. I have... heard of Texas." Oh god that sounded so stupid why did he say that. "It is one of the more famous states." That made it worse!

Oh thank goodness this is an awkward person. Camillo likes awkward people. They have the magical trait of making you the less awkward one in the conversation.

"It is! Also the second largest. Largest if you count Occupied West Texas."

"Occupied... West... Texas?"

"The Tejano territories currently under foreign rule."

"I did not get very much American history."

"Honestly I didn't get any Brazilian history. I ... guess the Portuguese landed there? Presumably?"

"That is also my understanding. I did not get much... history."

"I got more than most of my friends," who are all of course in his enclave, "because my parents think it's an important part of understanding the world today," and thus the tensions and alliances among various enclaves. "But that was mostly western European history. And I'm not very good at it. What did you study?"

"We think my affinity is going to manifest somewhere in alchemy probably but don't know yet exactly what it is. So I did lots of that. Basic incantations. Enough math I won't be eaten by my math homework. Spanish, first aid, maleficaria, bunch of mana-building options. I did go to mundie school but my parents would pull me out of things they didn't think were important for extra practice."

"I like math if you're ever looking for help!" Camillo volunteers. Hopefully it's sufficiently clear that he's offering to barter and not trying to immediately date the first boy he talks to, that would be embarrassing. "I'm the worst at alchemy so I'm sure I'll be looking to swap," he adds, hoping to clarify, and then worries that he's immediately making himself look weak. Oh no. He's so doomed.

"That's not a bad idea if there's anything we get stuck on, yeah. I don't think the math gets too brutal here though."

"It's very sad. Dad says there's some interesting stuff in junior and senior year if I do artificing and pick the right classes."

"So you're artificer track, then?"

"Yeah. Was there anything interesting left in there?" (Indicating the nurse's office.)

"She can get drugs and things from the Void. Apparently not that well, but at all. There's also an agglo with morphine vials on it. I got her pens, she came in with those."

This is pretty solid information from someone who's not asking for anything in return. Camillo's power-sharer is visible in his single pierced ear, though, so it's probably just a matter of trying to get in good with the enclave kids. He's not complaining; he could use an alchemist in his rolodex.

"Nice. Maybe I'll see if she can produce any other school supplies, save me a trip to the supply closet later. One of the older Tejanos had ink all over his fingers, if he broke a pen I bet he'd trade you for a new one," he adds, because information for information is not only fair, it's a good way to cement a relationship.

"Oh, good, I don't actually need this many, can you point him out?"

"Yeah -- okay, uh, past the ... naked girl ... okay, by the guy with the green backpack, see that short Asian dude? That's the one."

"Thank you. If you need alchemy help I'm in 754A."

754 is twice 377 which isn't divisible by three or seven or eleven but it is thirteen times twenty-nine, 2 x 13 x 29 okay he can remember that. "I'm in 589B. Come say hi sometime!"