"It's very sad. Dad says there's some interesting stuff in junior and senior year if I do artificing and pick the right classes."

"So you're artificer track, then?"

"Yeah. Was there anything interesting left in there?" (Indicating the nurse's office.)

"She can get drugs and things from the Void. Apparently not that well, but at all. There's also an agglo with morphine vials on it. I got her pens, she came in with those."

This is pretty solid information from someone who's not asking for anything in return. Camillo's power-sharer is visible in his single pierced ear, though, so it's probably just a matter of trying to get in good with the enclave kids. He's not complaining; he could use an alchemist in his rolodex.

"Nice. Maybe I'll see if she can produce any other school supplies, save me a trip to the supply closet later. One of the older Tejanos had ink all over his fingers, if he broke a pen I bet he'd trade you for a new one," he adds, because information for information is not only fair, it's a good way to cement a relationship.

"Oh, good, I don't actually need this many, can you point him out?"

"Yeah -- okay, uh, past the ... naked girl ... okay, by the guy with the green backpack, see that short Asian dude? That's the one."

"Thank you. If you need alchemy help I'm in 754A."

754 is twice 377 which isn't divisible by three or seven or eleven but it is thirteen times twenty-nine, 2 x 13 x 29 okay he can remember that. "I'm in 589B. Come say hi sometime!"

Caio nods possibly too many times and then writes that down.

And Camillo departs to investigate the nurse's office!