Castor is quiet while they talk, and although ze looks to see what he's doing, he's just.. listening. When he catches zim looking at him, he gives the same half-shrug he always does. His horns must've been fuck-huge, when he was a troll: he always acts like he's going to hit them, even after centuries of being dead.

"Offer to walk with them," he says, flat and disinterested. "If you must."

Hinnom thinks ze probably does. The conversations been hard for zim to follow: all names they don't know and shit they never got fed about, like helms and proctors and dorms. But Mardie started off swaggering and now she looks like a deflated balloon, and that's no good at all.

"We'll walk with you, then," ze chirps, and everyone turns to look at zim, like they plumb forgot ze was there. Rude fuckers. But, as zir mom stirring under zir collar reminds them, ze's still got manners, so ze trots straight up to the short lowblood. Mardie moves out of the way, giving zim one of her looks like 'the fuck you doing,' but Castor gets it.

He steps in real close, big paws hooking around Hinnom's waist, and ze can feel the familiar tug as he uses zir psionics to lift them up so they can touch horns to the other lowbloods. "Hi! Hinnom," ze says, and boops their nose for good measure.