Now that the tension seemed to have split somewhat, Shannon moved to find himself a seat. It was easy enough to find somewhere unoccupied by judging the air flow around him as he moved (that was definitely a plus for these robes, despite being what he was sure was a fashion disaster) and plopped himself down on a couch. He tilted his head toward Thomas and shrugged.

"Record or not, it was something stupid," he said easily. "Just some kids bringing their spats into my class. You'd think the dragon thing would have distracted them longer, right?"