The Mansion was fascinating.

Not that Ryan had seen a whole lot of it yet.  One room, really.  And gates, and walked through the grounds to the doors.  That, however, was more than enough for Ryan to be fascinated; the very fact that the Mansion had grounds (in New York City, of all places!) was making him seriously contemplate potential manipulation of relative time and space.

The fact that the grounds were most definitely still suffering from winter indicated that there couldn't possibly be that much time manipulation going on, though.  Or temperature manipulation, for that matter.

And gates.  Not really great security, since getting in anyway appeared to consist of saying 'hi, I want in,' but it could be worse.  At least it should be sufficient to stop the worst raving lunatics, or alert people to their presence.  Maybe deter some less raving ones who only wanted an easy target, too.  Or confuse some who expected some sort of broken down sleazy basement with no order, or something on that scale, instead of semi-professional greeting, directions and note-quite-blatant orders to stay put until someone came to get Ryan.

Not that Ryan was particularly professional.  The bottoms of his jeans were frayed, he was pretty sure there was a hole in the back of the ankle of one, his shoes were scuffed, and his shirt could have looked decent if it weren't hidden beneath a blindingly magenta jacket with far too many (or, in Ryan's opinion, not quite enough) pockets full of candy.  It wasn't his favorite--the pockets made odd bulges when full--but it was probably the warmest he had and definitely had the most pockets.  He wasn't sure how long he'd be wandering around here (or want to), so an excess of sugar was necessary.

Plus, it was a school for mutants.  If they couldn't look past appearances yet, they really needed to learn to.

So instead of caring about that (or taking the jacket off), Ryan was investigating the room he'd been sent to.  It was... pretty boring as a room, really, apart from the perpetual signs of damage and replaced features.  Trying to find all of them was becoming entertaining.

Gawain had one of those days that made him feel like a responsible adult. The kind of days when there was paperwork to do, students to train, X-gear to test, and new visitors to greet.
He was not very fond of those days.

The only reason Gawain stepped up as Mansion greeter was because there were so few people who wanted to do it. Sure, he liked meeting new people, especially mutants, but no one warned him up front it would come with paperwork, and office hours. Gah.

Jogging down the stairs he met the kid in the waiting room. The young X-man was wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt with the Mansion logo on it. Trying to look official. Minus the messy hair.

"Hey" he smiled, offering a hand "Gawain Morris. I'm going to be your host today. Are you looking for someone, or just checking out the place?"