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Emil was briefly silent, seeming to zone out during the time she tried to understand what he was saying- but he was quickly snapped out of his "dream world" as he was greeted and addressed. Come on, shark boy. Focus your attention and stop being a space cadet- get your head out of the clouds. She asked who you are. Answer.
Nodding to himself, he steadied his mental state and cleared his throat once more, responding in his usual nearly monotone, calm voice- heavily tinted with his oddball accent. "Emil Mansson," he replied, letting his head roll the side to rest against his arched-up shoulders, brows raised, "who might you be?" Now, he wasn't one to be too social, but he figured a little chit chat-small talk couldn't harm him any. His gaze strayed for a moment, letting it roam around the length of the lunch room, staring at the walls before quickly snapping his focus in place once more. He's so easily distracted- and he even noted this himself.