Durly looked flatly at Andi, "I don't care if I get into trouble, I do what I do" he said looking at her, his face, edging closer to hers

"Oh really? What if that trouble gets you expelled? Would you care then?" She said with a small tilt of her head and a grin

Martin cast a side glance at Tyler, who was tyring hard not to laugh. "Excuse me mister, what are you laughing at?" He huffed, his icy blue eyes narrowing in mock anger.

-

Tyler wrinkled his nose slightly and stretched out his leg. "Oh just your very blonde scruff." Tyler said breezily, a smile plain on his face. He stopped joking around when he saw the girl walk in. Maybe he should ask Martin what her name was, because there was a zero to none chance she would tell him after the stunt Martin pulled. -Aaaand she is sitting down near us, she must be crazy or dilusional- Tyler thought cheerily, though his face showed much less emotion. He didn't know what to say to the girl's offer, glancing at Martin.

-

Martin looked up as the girl came, a wide grin splitting his face. It fell a little when he realized it was just one more person to notice his blonde scruff. Not like she would, but he would think about it. When the girl offered a cookie his grin was restored, like a 5 year old that had been offered a cookie. "Yes, thanks." Martin said with his deeper voice, though it was not anywhere as deep and resonant as Tyler's. He took the cookie that was offered to him and looked at Tyler, almost commandingly.

-

Tyler let out a small breath of air. It made him happy to see Martin grin like that... mostly because it was very rare. "Sure, I can take one. Thank you." He said without much emotion, but he offered a small smile to make Martin contented

"So, umm, Martin, I have a question. You don't have to answer it if you don't want to..." she half mumbled to Martin.

Martin tipped his head slightly, some of his curly hair falling to the side. "Fire away." He offered with a shrug, a little curious at why the girl was so ... hesitant to ask

-

Tyler tilted his head in a way similar to Martin, raising an eyebrow. He wondered what the girl could possibly want to ask...

"So, umm, I am just really curious of what your last job was?" she shyly asked. Martin felt and looked dangerous, while a 'normal' headmaster was calm-er looking and often did not have a dangerous feel to them.

Ahh. That's why. Martin cast a glance at Tyler before taking in a slow breath through his nose. "Well... I was in the air force for a while, then I moved to the Navy Seals. After that I bounced to a secret assasin squad that targeted the opposing forces at the time. Then I got *too old* and they kicked me out, so I *retired* to here." Martin said, his voice souring slightly at the words *too old* and *retiring*. Most people could do their jobs until like, 60. He was only 38. Martin worked his jaw back and forth as he thought, his icy blue eyes flashing

-

Tyler watched Martin as the girl asked her question, feeling a little edgy. Would Martin even tell? Would he get angry? Well if nothing brought up his wife and kids the man shouldn't get too bad. -Just emotional trauma, right?- Tyler thought drily, listening to what Martin said. The way his icy blue eyes flashed, Tyler knew he was thinking hard about something.

"Wow. So, that's cool." she stated. "No, let me rephrase that. You're cool!" Bella used to want to be an assassin and had trained with a sword and dagger for 11 years, until she found out that those do no good in the assassin trade. Isabella wasn't allowed to touch a gun either, so, the whole thing was crossed out.

Martin's light brown eyebrows drew together slightly, yet he nodded. "Thanks." Was all he really said, mostly because his usual response would be a grin, a swagger, and possibly a snarky remark... but not with this subject. Martin's gaze flicked down to his holster with his six-shooter, thinking of how old that gun was. -Almost as old as I am- He thought wryly, looking at the girl before glancing at Tyler to see how the boy was taking this

"I used to always want to be an assassin. Said that I would be the best of the best. Until I learned that assassins use guns, not swords," she told Martin.