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Alexandras Odd Encounter Sr Alexander 240214
On an otherwise ordinary afternoon at Haven, Alexandra finds her routine unexpectedly disrupted by a commotion originating from the cafeteria. Intent on grabbing some coffee after a successful class, she instead finds herself drawn towards the source of the disturbance, her senses alert and prepared for confrontation. The situation she encounters is far from mundane; a male student is in the throes of a breakdown, his emotions fueled by the revelation of his supernatural identity and the implications it bears. The student's outburst, a mix of rage and despair, rips through the cafeteria, leaving the other students anxious and fearful. Alexandra, with her unwavering composure and strategic mindset, steps forward to engage the troubled young man, seeking to deescalate the situation through diplomacy and reason.
As the chaos subsides and onlookers disperse, the conversation between Alexandra and the student delves into the weighty topics of secrecy, responsibility, and the potential consequences of revealing the supernatural world to the uninitiated. With Ronan, a silent observer, looking on, Alexandra uses logic and a symbolic display of her own supernatural ability—a glowing halo—to coax the student towards a better understanding of his situation and the larger balance maintained by the Treaty of Venice. Her words paint a stark picture of the devastation that could follow should the secret be exposed, urging the student to consider more constructive paths to make a difference. Convinced by Alexandra's arguments and her display of otherworldly wisdom, the student relents, agreeing to keep the secret while grappling with his feelings of powerlessness. The resolution of this odd encounter leaves the campus in a fragile peace, with Alexandra’s intervention preventing what could have spiraled into a far more dangerous situation.
(Alexandra's odd encounter(SRAlexander):SRAlexander)
[Tue Feb 13 2024]
In a covered walkway
White stone bricks contrast with the sleek black material that composes the
skeleton of the covered walkway and spiderwebs overhead. Light is permitted
to filter in from the open sides and through the semitransparent membrane that
shelters the interlocking cubes beneath. They seem to entwine like vines or
tentacles, but still form a perfectly flat surface, not unlike if the upper
surface of a more rounded construct had been shaved down to a cross section.
A series of veined tubes slosh and slurp murky fluid throughout the campus
overhead.
It is afternoon, about 17F(-8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
An average day, perhaps, busy with classes, or student affairs or other matters entirely. A little past early afternoon, the sun his high, and it's a chill but nice enough day in sleepy Haven. Next to the gates, where the weirdest a day can be is normal.
Where is Alexandra on this fine, normal day?
Alexandra has just left her class, and she is headed through the campus toward her bike at the front of the campus. She has her phone tucked away and a tablet in one hand. She walks with a brisk pace, perhaps ready to get off campus for something to eat, or more likely, find some coffee. She has a small smirk on her lips, which might be a little unusual for her. Her facial expressions are usually rather fleeting at best.
Alexandra, with thoughts of her husband on her mind, dreams of what a wonderful life awaits her in marital bliss makes her way across campus from another successful class. Heavy the burden must be, to teach these kids with unimaginable power how to coexist with this strange reality. Many of them new, just finding out what it all entails. She passes a group of students moving briskly, concern on their face, the gaze worriedly towards her and then the sounds of the commotion hit her. A loud ruckus, coming from the cafeteria. Her late lunch, or early dinner, may have to wait.
Striding across campus Alexandra, with thoughts of her husband on her mind, dreams of what a wonderful life awaits her in marital bliss makes her way across campus from another successful class. Heavy the burden must be, to teach these kids with unimaginable power how to coexist with this strange reality. Many of them new, just finding out what it all entails. She passes a group of students moving briskly, concern on their face, the gaze worriedly towards her and then the sounds of the commotion hit her. A loud ruckus, coming from the cafeteria. Her late lunch, or early dinner, may have to wait. (fixed)
Alexandra pauses in her flight from the campus to glance up the stairs toward the cafeteria as she was about to pass. She takes in a deep breath, focusing herself for a moment, then starts up the stairs. Preventing her from getting coffee might be a dire mistake on the part of whomever has kept her on campus for longer than intended. She steps into the cafeteria and surveys the scene, collecting information a soldier would like to have before entering a potential engagement. She already knows exits, windows, number of students nearby, various sources of cover from gunfire, and, unlike most on campus, she gets to be armed. Not with anything especially brutal, but a hunting knife in a fist fight certainly evens the odds.
There is a growing ruckus, more students stepping swiftly out of the cafeteria. Perhaps Alexandra's reputation precedes, maybe some tell of her caffeine-lacking adjacency is present on her features. A way is made for her effortlessly as she proceeds, and the sounds begin to become audible from the Cafeteria.
A masculine voice mixed rage and anger is bellowing. "NO! NO! It doesn't make any sense! This isn't okay!" More noise but less audible follows, a clamboring. The syllables of Venice come about. She knows the windos, the exits, and the cover she's likely to expect within the cafeteria. It's unlikely anyone attempting to assault this school will have the advantage over her, but power is a trick thing.
When she arrives within she sees a dozen or so students, most of them shrunk back. One is trying to calm the center of the chaos, but to little avail. Distraught, this male student, shy of six feet, a mop of black hair and bright green eyes, full of tears? While his face contorts with anger. "It's all lies! The whole fucking world and we can't tell people!? It's wrong! They just want us as prey!" he insists. Thankfully, this outburst began at school, but who knows where it might lead.
Alexandra steps over close enough to the large, raging man. Close enough to be noticed, not close enough to touch him. She adopts her usual at ease stance, folding her hands together behind her back. "Excuse me, but you are disrupting the students here," she begins for her initial interjection into the conversation with the man. Not every soldier starts with diplomacy, but she likes to try before going full out on anyone.
"These fucking assholes are just trying to-" The man stops at the sound of Alexandra's voice and hesitates, great shuddering breaths. He wipes his eyes and turns to face her, looking a little embarassed. "Miss Williams I-...I'm sorry I know..." He shudders again, as if his anger is violently raging against the energies she has. It seems his distress is sincere and immense.
The remaining students filter away, leaving this matter to Alexandra. Perhaps they trust it's handled, or don't wanna get in trouble by proxy, hoping she didn't catch their faces.
someone He clutches a hand over his heart and takes a deep calming breath. "It...it just doesn't seem right. Hiding this...people, they're helpless and...I'm going to be a monster..." If the school keeps records on such things, this would be a Demonborn, awakening to his grim potential, should she be diligent enough to have checked such things. "...Lord help me, how much of this did I do just to upset the people around me...?" he wonders aloud. "I have to tell people, I have to warn them."
Ronan was just driving around in his motorcycle- coming nearby the White Oak building when it hits his enhanced hearing. The yelling, the screaming. The shouts. The rage. He puts his vehicle in park. Curious, he walks up towards the institute. Cries guiding him upwards into the cafeteria.
"These fucking assholes are just trying to-" The man stops at the sound of Alexandra's voice and hesitates, great shuddering breaths. He wipes his eyes and turns to face her, looking a little embarassed. "Miss Williams I-...I'm sorry I know..." He shudders again, as if his anger is violently raging against the energies she has. It seems his distress is sincere and immense.
The remaining students filter away, leaving this matter to Alexandra. Perhaps they trust it's handled, or don't wanna get in trouble by proxy, hoping she didn't catch their faces.
He clutches a hand over his heart and takes a deep calming breath. "It...it just doesn't seem right. Hiding this...people, they're helpless and...I'm going to be a monster..." If the school keeps records on such things, this would be a Demonborn, awakening to his grim potential, should she be diligent enough to have checked such things. "...Lord help me, how much of this did I do just to upset the people around me...?" he wonders aloud. "I have to tell people, I have to warn them."
This would be the scene Ronan delicately treads upon.
Alexandra glances around, keeping her situational awareness up, spotting Ronan coming toward the cafeteria. She steps to the side, to give him a path through the door, but continues to focus on the student having the break down. "Inevitably? Yes. Any time soon? Not necessarily," she says to the student, keeping her hands behind her back, an indication perhaps of how she does not feel he is a threat to her. "If you paid attention in your Basic Treaty of Venice class, you'd already know why you cannot do that," she tells the student.
"But look here," she tells him as she wills a beautiful, bright halo to light over her head. "Do I seem like the sort that would be guiding sheep to a slaughter? Or do I seem like the type that wants to prepare all of my students for the real world you are coming to terms with?" she asks him, tilting her head, and the halo fluidly follows, staying perched two inches above her head.
The young student looks troubled and off to the side. "I know about the treaty I just..." He exhales harshly, struggling. "It just seems wrong...and we follow this thing five hundred years old, and who enforces it? Who wants to keep the world unaware...?" He gazes down hopelessly. "All us monsters." The idea he will fall someday seems inevitable. His gaze is drawn to Alexandra and he gasps at the halo. "No...!" He explains. "I believe in you, I do. I believe in the school, I just..." He exhales, eyes locked on that halo.
"What can I do...? What should I do then?" he asks.
For now. Ronan stays in the background. Wolfish eyes watching the proceedings. This is White Oak. Not his place. Not until things take a turn for the desperate. Ronan knows what he is. And what he's not. A delicate hand- Ronan is not. A delicate hand. For now. Is what is required.
Ronan is party to this little drama, observing as the young student struggles against this impossible secret. How could one possibly lead a normal life with such a secret hanging over them? Perhaps Ronan has had his own challenges with this in the past.
"Well, let's start with what you think would happen if you did release this information to the general public," Alexandra suggests to the man, trying to focus him on logic and reason, helping to bypass the quick release switch that adrenaline has obviously tried to throw for him. She glances over at Ronan and one eyebrow perks up a little, in silent inquiry, without trying to put him too much on the spot. She does not know him, so the inquiry could be as simple as who are you, or far, far more complicated. Such is the issue with nonverbal communication cues.
nods. "...People would panic, it would disrupt things a lot. There might be a way to do it gently, but all the people with the power to wouldn't ever..." He struggles a moment. "...Nobody would believe me and about twenty seconds later, nobody would ever see me again, right?" He gets a distant gaze, troubled. "I know..." He throws his hands up helplessly. "So," he decides. "I just go through the motions, pretend, and eventually, when I'm a monster, it'll get easier."
The young student nods.
For now. Ronan just keeps out of it. Not answering. The lift of the shoulders the only thing that can qualify as such.
"Worse than that, actually. You'd have to pay reparations to every supernatural harmed by your stunt. The amount of damage would likely be in the billions. And you'd have to pay three times that amount. And if you could not, then you would be killed. Along with two of your family members. If not more, because how much is a life actually worth in the grand scheme of things?" Alexandra says to the student, calmly, as if she is just giving facts in a lecture. Not unlike she just did before coming here.
"Worse, when you did it, there would be a sudden flash of rebellion. Thousands would die in the uprising. Followed by hundreds of thousands in the quelling of said uprising. Then, naturals would no longer be free range. They'd have no choice. They'd become slaves to one monster or another. Open warfare leads to casualties. You might win the initial battle, but the war? You'd lose for the entirety of human kind," she says then to really drive home how ineffectual such a movement would be. She shakes her head slowly, sadly, and says, "I understand your desire to change the world. There are organizations that value such beliefs and conviction, but which use methods that won't, hopefully, get you killed for the execution of them."
"...Couldn't we win?" He asks Alexandra. "Is it...impossible? Is it really so hopeless?" He throws his hands up exasperated.
"In a straight up war? Absolutely not. Pockets of resistance, here or there, but the vast majority of people would be mass subjugated within the month if the Treaty of Venice were cast aside," Alexandra says to the student, shaking her head slowly. She lifts a hand with a finger pointed up toward the ceiling. "If you want to fight it, you have to use this muscle," she says to him, trying to tap him on the forehead. "Your shoulders are not strong enough to carry the world. And that's ok. Focus on what you can do to make a difference," she tells him before folding her hands back together behind her back. "I'll see you in class starting on the twenty-sixth," she declares as if that is meant to bring the discussion to a close.
"...Thank you, Miss Williams. I...sorry about the other students. If there's a way I can make it up..." He exhales. "I'm going home, if that's okay?" He asks her. The subject matter heavy enough for anyone let alone a student struggling with an entirely new existence. The world is a dark place, he has learned. And it's better not to hope that it might change. Perhaps his time on White Oak will better educate him from there.
"You are dismissed. But let's not have any other outbursts like this, or you'll spend time in the clinic," Alexandra says in warning to the student, ticking her head to one side to let him leave out through the door near her. She deactivates her halo, and it fades out of existence once more.
This little moment will end here, at least for Alexandra. Perhaps, Ronan has a need to follow up?
Ronan remains silent the entire time- then. When he sees he's not needed, he starts to turn away. Just, slow enough, for Alexandra to approach him. If she would be inclined.
"What brings you to White Oak, Mister Moore?" Alexandra asks once the student has proceeded out of the cafeteria. She turns to face Ronan more fully then, keeping her hands behind her back. The rest of the conversation can probably happen back in the actual cafeteria though.
As the chaos subsides and onlookers disperse, the conversation between Alexandra and the student delves into the weighty topics of secrecy, responsibility, and the potential consequences of revealing the supernatural world to the uninitiated. With Ronan, a silent observer, looking on, Alexandra uses logic and a symbolic display of her own supernatural ability—a glowing halo—to coax the student towards a better understanding of his situation and the larger balance maintained by the Treaty of Venice. Her words paint a stark picture of the devastation that could follow should the secret be exposed, urging the student to consider more constructive paths to make a difference. Convinced by Alexandra's arguments and her display of otherworldly wisdom, the student relents, agreeing to keep the secret while grappling with his feelings of powerlessness. The resolution of this odd encounter leaves the campus in a fragile peace, with Alexandra’s intervention preventing what could have spiraled into a far more dangerous situation.
(Alexandra's odd encounter(SRAlexander):SRAlexander)
[Tue Feb 13 2024]
In a covered walkway
White stone bricks contrast with the sleek black material that composes the
skeleton of the covered walkway and spiderwebs overhead. Light is permitted
to filter in from the open sides and through the semitransparent membrane that
shelters the interlocking cubes beneath. They seem to entwine like vines or
tentacles, but still form a perfectly flat surface, not unlike if the upper
surface of a more rounded construct had been shaved down to a cross section.
A series of veined tubes slosh and slurp murky fluid throughout the campus
overhead.
It is afternoon, about 17F(-8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
An average day, perhaps, busy with classes, or student affairs or other matters entirely. A little past early afternoon, the sun his high, and it's a chill but nice enough day in sleepy Haven. Next to the gates, where the weirdest a day can be is normal.
Where is Alexandra on this fine, normal day?
Alexandra has just left her class, and she is headed through the campus toward her bike at the front of the campus. She has her phone tucked away and a tablet in one hand. She walks with a brisk pace, perhaps ready to get off campus for something to eat, or more likely, find some coffee. She has a small smirk on her lips, which might be a little unusual for her. Her facial expressions are usually rather fleeting at best.
Alexandra, with thoughts of her husband on her mind, dreams of what a wonderful life awaits her in marital bliss makes her way across campus from another successful class. Heavy the burden must be, to teach these kids with unimaginable power how to coexist with this strange reality. Many of them new, just finding out what it all entails. She passes a group of students moving briskly, concern on their face, the gaze worriedly towards her and then the sounds of the commotion hit her. A loud ruckus, coming from the cafeteria. Her late lunch, or early dinner, may have to wait.
Striding across campus Alexandra, with thoughts of her husband on her mind, dreams of what a wonderful life awaits her in marital bliss makes her way across campus from another successful class. Heavy the burden must be, to teach these kids with unimaginable power how to coexist with this strange reality. Many of them new, just finding out what it all entails. She passes a group of students moving briskly, concern on their face, the gaze worriedly towards her and then the sounds of the commotion hit her. A loud ruckus, coming from the cafeteria. Her late lunch, or early dinner, may have to wait. (fixed)
Alexandra pauses in her flight from the campus to glance up the stairs toward the cafeteria as she was about to pass. She takes in a deep breath, focusing herself for a moment, then starts up the stairs. Preventing her from getting coffee might be a dire mistake on the part of whomever has kept her on campus for longer than intended. She steps into the cafeteria and surveys the scene, collecting information a soldier would like to have before entering a potential engagement. She already knows exits, windows, number of students nearby, various sources of cover from gunfire, and, unlike most on campus, she gets to be armed. Not with anything especially brutal, but a hunting knife in a fist fight certainly evens the odds.
There is a growing ruckus, more students stepping swiftly out of the cafeteria. Perhaps Alexandra's reputation precedes, maybe some tell of her caffeine-lacking adjacency is present on her features. A way is made for her effortlessly as she proceeds, and the sounds begin to become audible from the Cafeteria.
A masculine voice mixed rage and anger is bellowing. "NO! NO! It doesn't make any sense! This isn't okay!" More noise but less audible follows, a clamboring. The syllables of Venice come about. She knows the windos, the exits, and the cover she's likely to expect within the cafeteria. It's unlikely anyone attempting to assault this school will have the advantage over her, but power is a trick thing.
When she arrives within she sees a dozen or so students, most of them shrunk back. One is trying to calm the center of the chaos, but to little avail. Distraught, this male student, shy of six feet, a mop of black hair and bright green eyes, full of tears? While his face contorts with anger. "It's all lies! The whole fucking world and we can't tell people!? It's wrong! They just want us as prey!" he insists. Thankfully, this outburst began at school, but who knows where it might lead.
Alexandra steps over close enough to the large, raging man. Close enough to be noticed, not close enough to touch him. She adopts her usual at ease stance, folding her hands together behind her back. "Excuse me, but you are disrupting the students here," she begins for her initial interjection into the conversation with the man. Not every soldier starts with diplomacy, but she likes to try before going full out on anyone.
"These fucking assholes are just trying to-" The man stops at the sound of Alexandra's voice and hesitates, great shuddering breaths. He wipes his eyes and turns to face her, looking a little embarassed. "Miss Williams I-...I'm sorry I know..." He shudders again, as if his anger is violently raging against the energies she has. It seems his distress is sincere and immense.
The remaining students filter away, leaving this matter to Alexandra. Perhaps they trust it's handled, or don't wanna get in trouble by proxy, hoping she didn't catch their faces.
someone He clutches a hand over his heart and takes a deep calming breath. "It...it just doesn't seem right. Hiding this...people, they're helpless and...I'm going to be a monster..." If the school keeps records on such things, this would be a Demonborn, awakening to his grim potential, should she be diligent enough to have checked such things. "...Lord help me, how much of this did I do just to upset the people around me...?" he wonders aloud. "I have to tell people, I have to warn them."
Ronan was just driving around in his motorcycle- coming nearby the White Oak building when it hits his enhanced hearing. The yelling, the screaming. The shouts. The rage. He puts his vehicle in park. Curious, he walks up towards the institute. Cries guiding him upwards into the cafeteria.
"These fucking assholes are just trying to-" The man stops at the sound of Alexandra's voice and hesitates, great shuddering breaths. He wipes his eyes and turns to face her, looking a little embarassed. "Miss Williams I-...I'm sorry I know..." He shudders again, as if his anger is violently raging against the energies she has. It seems his distress is sincere and immense.
The remaining students filter away, leaving this matter to Alexandra. Perhaps they trust it's handled, or don't wanna get in trouble by proxy, hoping she didn't catch their faces.
He clutches a hand over his heart and takes a deep calming breath. "It...it just doesn't seem right. Hiding this...people, they're helpless and...I'm going to be a monster..." If the school keeps records on such things, this would be a Demonborn, awakening to his grim potential, should she be diligent enough to have checked such things. "...Lord help me, how much of this did I do just to upset the people around me...?" he wonders aloud. "I have to tell people, I have to warn them."
This would be the scene Ronan delicately treads upon.
Alexandra glances around, keeping her situational awareness up, spotting Ronan coming toward the cafeteria. She steps to the side, to give him a path through the door, but continues to focus on the student having the break down. "Inevitably? Yes. Any time soon? Not necessarily," she says to the student, keeping her hands behind her back, an indication perhaps of how she does not feel he is a threat to her. "If you paid attention in your Basic Treaty of Venice class, you'd already know why you cannot do that," she tells the student.
"But look here," she tells him as she wills a beautiful, bright halo to light over her head. "Do I seem like the sort that would be guiding sheep to a slaughter? Or do I seem like the type that wants to prepare all of my students for the real world you are coming to terms with?" she asks him, tilting her head, and the halo fluidly follows, staying perched two inches above her head.
The young student looks troubled and off to the side. "I know about the treaty I just..." He exhales harshly, struggling. "It just seems wrong...and we follow this thing five hundred years old, and who enforces it? Who wants to keep the world unaware...?" He gazes down hopelessly. "All us monsters." The idea he will fall someday seems inevitable. His gaze is drawn to Alexandra and he gasps at the halo. "No...!" He explains. "I believe in you, I do. I believe in the school, I just..." He exhales, eyes locked on that halo.
"What can I do...? What should I do then?" he asks.
For now. Ronan stays in the background. Wolfish eyes watching the proceedings. This is White Oak. Not his place. Not until things take a turn for the desperate. Ronan knows what he is. And what he's not. A delicate hand- Ronan is not. A delicate hand. For now. Is what is required.
Ronan is party to this little drama, observing as the young student struggles against this impossible secret. How could one possibly lead a normal life with such a secret hanging over them? Perhaps Ronan has had his own challenges with this in the past.
"Well, let's start with what you think would happen if you did release this information to the general public," Alexandra suggests to the man, trying to focus him on logic and reason, helping to bypass the quick release switch that adrenaline has obviously tried to throw for him. She glances over at Ronan and one eyebrow perks up a little, in silent inquiry, without trying to put him too much on the spot. She does not know him, so the inquiry could be as simple as who are you, or far, far more complicated. Such is the issue with nonverbal communication cues.
nods. "...People would panic, it would disrupt things a lot. There might be a way to do it gently, but all the people with the power to wouldn't ever..." He struggles a moment. "...Nobody would believe me and about twenty seconds later, nobody would ever see me again, right?" He gets a distant gaze, troubled. "I know..." He throws his hands up helplessly. "So," he decides. "I just go through the motions, pretend, and eventually, when I'm a monster, it'll get easier."
The young student nods.
For now. Ronan just keeps out of it. Not answering. The lift of the shoulders the only thing that can qualify as such.
"Worse than that, actually. You'd have to pay reparations to every supernatural harmed by your stunt. The amount of damage would likely be in the billions. And you'd have to pay three times that amount. And if you could not, then you would be killed. Along with two of your family members. If not more, because how much is a life actually worth in the grand scheme of things?" Alexandra says to the student, calmly, as if she is just giving facts in a lecture. Not unlike she just did before coming here.
"Worse, when you did it, there would be a sudden flash of rebellion. Thousands would die in the uprising. Followed by hundreds of thousands in the quelling of said uprising. Then, naturals would no longer be free range. They'd have no choice. They'd become slaves to one monster or another. Open warfare leads to casualties. You might win the initial battle, but the war? You'd lose for the entirety of human kind," she says then to really drive home how ineffectual such a movement would be. She shakes her head slowly, sadly, and says, "I understand your desire to change the world. There are organizations that value such beliefs and conviction, but which use methods that won't, hopefully, get you killed for the execution of them."
"...Couldn't we win?" He asks Alexandra. "Is it...impossible? Is it really so hopeless?" He throws his hands up exasperated.
"In a straight up war? Absolutely not. Pockets of resistance, here or there, but the vast majority of people would be mass subjugated within the month if the Treaty of Venice were cast aside," Alexandra says to the student, shaking her head slowly. She lifts a hand with a finger pointed up toward the ceiling. "If you want to fight it, you have to use this muscle," she says to him, trying to tap him on the forehead. "Your shoulders are not strong enough to carry the world. And that's ok. Focus on what you can do to make a difference," she tells him before folding her hands back together behind her back. "I'll see you in class starting on the twenty-sixth," she declares as if that is meant to bring the discussion to a close.
"...Thank you, Miss Williams. I...sorry about the other students. If there's a way I can make it up..." He exhales. "I'm going home, if that's okay?" He asks her. The subject matter heavy enough for anyone let alone a student struggling with an entirely new existence. The world is a dark place, he has learned. And it's better not to hope that it might change. Perhaps his time on White Oak will better educate him from there.
"You are dismissed. But let's not have any other outbursts like this, or you'll spend time in the clinic," Alexandra says in warning to the student, ticking her head to one side to let him leave out through the door near her. She deactivates her halo, and it fades out of existence once more.
This little moment will end here, at least for Alexandra. Perhaps, Ronan has a need to follow up?
Ronan remains silent the entire time- then. When he sees he's not needed, he starts to turn away. Just, slow enough, for Alexandra to approach him. If she would be inclined.
"What brings you to White Oak, Mister Moore?" Alexandra asks once the student has proceeded out of the cafeteria. She turns to face Ronan more fully then, keeping her hands behind her back. The rest of the conversation can probably happen back in the actual cafeteria though.