Tom simply nodded at Kevin, he acknowledged and appreciated the offer of unlocking the door for him if he needed it, Kevin having the ability to manipulate metal, but the concept of an unreachable area didn't exist to Tom, the teleporter.
"I can-" He was cut off by another voice, Tom turned to look at the newcomer to the room.
"This is cute no I mean it this is really cute this little thing you got going on here, no, no don't mind me please continue with your... whatever this. Sausage fest slash make out session, anyway I just wanted to check out the new meat or in this kids case old meat." Tom didn't recognise him from the courtyard and assumed from his unlikable tone and attitude that he'd been here longer than others. "It's been lovely to meet you ladies but I must be off now on to bigger and better things. Oh, also one more thing is whatever you do, stay away from the Madam Pencilskirt trust me. Consider this the only help I'm giving you." This soul quickly brought Tom to the conclusion that this school was filled with pompous assholes that think they know everything.
As he took off again the room was stricken with silence. Tom just eyed the door that was now open. Looking at Kevin Tom realised he didn't seem like the happiest guy in the world, guesses were he didn't like being told what's up.
It wasn't even a minute or two before Kevin got to his feet and cleared the door, the scuffling of feet was heard and he burst back through the door, pulling the same guy by the metal in his clothes. He threw him against the wall and tightened what looked like guitar strings around his throat.
"There are few things I do not tolerate, newbie--" Tom didn't wait to hear any more of what he had to say and quite literally vanished from the room in what would look like a fraction of a second, no noise, no flashy explosions of colour or visuals, no outward force, he just silently and instantly vanished.
In an unmeasurable amount of time he appeared right in the middle of the group of new students that were still waiting in the courtyard, and addressed nobody in particular, rather loudly in the hopes that staff would still be lingering, "There are people already killing each other. Like already." Tom had very few noticeable personality traits, and violent was definitely not one of them. The second anything stressful made itself apparent, that was Tom's cue to leave. "Can we get a clean-up in isle my dorm-room?"