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"Still? Oh, that's a pity. After I worked so hard to try and keep you warm too!" Mikhail sighed, but he wasn't upset. He smiled at her and made a hand gesture, "After you."

As he followed after her, he ran through the conversation they had, trying to piece together the type of person she was. She seemed all right. Good sense of humor. Probably prone to a lot of headaches. Empath....despite her thoughts on it, it was pretty useful. You could probably manipulate it to the point where you can get whatever you want, just by analyzing other people's emotions. Plus, it was virtually undetectable. Unlike his own ability, which always kicked in involuntarily whenever he was in danger. Not that he was complaining. It had saved his life at least once, but ironically, it also ruined it.

A thought ran through his mind. He picked up his pace until he was walking next to her. "Hey, do you suppose that if I think warm thoughts, then you could leech off of them and you'd be warmer?" as an afterthought, he added, "Also, what dorm are you in?" He looked around, and unsurprisingly found the scenery completely unrecognizable. "Sorry to be asking you so many questions, but you don't happen to know how far away it is, do you?"