"What... classes?" Peter asks as he looks over the top of the table thoughtfully. His hand rests behind his neck a little in that awkward way of his before his hand slips up through his hair too. He nods at what sh says. "Ah, yeah. Yeah, I- uh, I do. Newer though, I'm- recent... student."

He has been here a month which is long enough to get used to the city somewhat, get used to being separated from Aunt May, get used to not being able to get back, and start to absorb the information about this place.

"I don't like to walk. It's... not really my thing so." Peter holds the skateboard in his hand as he stands there in front of the table, shoulders slightly hunched in that loner, punk way of his, and he glances over out at the rest of the people at the cafe.