Oh joy, it's pajama girl. He has shop with pajama girl. Hopefully she isn't actively dangerous to everyone around her. He will wait a few yards away from her till a quorum forms.

Oh, it's Pajama Girl. The one with the New Yorker boyfriend. He nods politely to her and the...Manchester boy, that's a Manchester power-sharer, thank you Sarah for drilling him on different enclaves' power-sharers. 

Of course he won't see Sarah for another eight years even if they both survive don't think about it. 

"Hi," she says. "Um, how many people do you guys think we should have before we go in?" That's a normal question here, right?

"It's the first of the day, more than this probably unless one of you's a prodigy."

"Not enough of a prodigy to want to go in with only three people, at any rate."

"Okay. Um, my name's Rebecca!"

"Sean, Manchester."

"Kanimir, Atlanta. And you're dating a New Yorker, right?" It would probably be troublesome if New York and Manchester had drama because a Manchesterite didn't recognize a New Yorker's arm candy. 

"Yeah, Zeke! He's a sweetie, I'm so glad I met him!"

No shit, you'd be dead without him. That's one of the thoughts that would be a bad idea to say out loud, he doesn't even need the echo of his sisters in his head drilling him on remedial social skills to know that one. 

"I hope you two are very happy, then," he tries. That probably does the right job of acknowledging their mutual utility to each other, Zeke keeps Rebecca alive and Rebecca--Kanimir has problems understanding human sexual motivation but even he can see that having someone soft and innocent would be desirable, a breath of the outside in this iron prison. "Has he told you much about shop?" Because it would be good to know what her usefulness/liability ratio is likely to be. Kanimir will keep her from getting killed even if she's totally useless; accruing favor to Atlanta in the New York-Atlanta relationship is always a good thing, even if the actions of freshmen are unlikely to tip the balance much in enclave politics. ...Unless of course the freshman in question is a murderer or suspected murderer, but that's not normal. 

"They're all taking Shop first thing Monday because of Orion but I have language lab then. I know I have to make a knife and there'll be instructions and I get a few weeks in case I can't do it all today."

Jeremy just catches some girl talking about Monday morning shop like it's completely ordinary. Probably he shouldn't comment on that? Maybe Monday morning shop suddenly became a lot safer since his parents graduated? Or maybe this girl is terrifyingly competent, or terrifyingly oblivious...

"Hi everyone, I'm Jeremy," he says, trying not to sound perturbed. "Artificing track."

"Hi Jeremy, I'm Rebecca, incantations!"

"What's your affinity? Mine's glass."

(He glances around at the group. Four is probably enough to be safe, but no one else seems to be suggesting they go in, and he's not about to be the first one. He doesn't want people to think he's being insufficiently cautious.)

"Song spells."

"I'm Sean. Water."