Cutty was there. He was there and having his usually bad thoughts that he buried beneath a just present enough grin as Botros gazed about the children in his class getting them to focus. His smile however dropped as Botros came to him. It wasn't quite a frown which replaced it, though, more like a neutrality. Eye contact. It was what the healers had advised his mother to do in hopes of instilling empathy or at least a bond when Cutty was a very young child. It was still a weapon in her arsenal, and one that remained effective, even if in doses undetectable to Cutty. He did not break the glance until the Ancient Runes Professor moved on to the next student, his entire demeanour changed, however.

Cutty stood back for a moment. He wasn't going to touch the wall until the others had done so. That way he would know that it was safe. After witnessing Wayne and Lecium help themselves he reached a hand out and appreciated the gritty yet smooth texture. He wondered if his Tita would let him wonder about in the blasted Egyptian heat all summer in a loincloth as a smile returned to his face at both that thought and Wayne's question about blowing things up.