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Jeremy wasn't sure what he was doing anymore.

He had a bag of M&Ms, and at one point thought 'Hey, M&M traps!'...but as he started laying out a trail of the delicious chocolates, his mind wandered and, somehow, he'd forgotten just why he had wanted to try the trap in the first place. It seemed like a waste of chocolate, really. By the time someone had even stumbled on the first little chocolate he had given up and simply sat on the floor, legs spread with the bag between his knees.

The trainee's gold eyes found the wall crawler quickly and he stared. And stared. And slowly ate a handful of M&Ms.

Then he looked down at the floor between his legs, and then at the floor under her feet.

"Is the floor lava?"

"Oh. Spanish." Jeremy's eyes rolled upwards, breaking eye contact so he could search his grey matter for any ounce of spanish he could utter in order to carry on a conversation. "Ummm...Guacamole?" He offered, his lips splitting into a too-happy smile as he sought out eye contact once more.

"How do you say 'Why are you stuck to a wall' in spanish?"

"...Have what?" Hey, she spoke english too! That was pretty cool. It made talking easier. Though, for a moment, he wondered if maybe he just knew spanish so well he was quick translating.

"Ya no estoy pegada a la pared!" Jeremy repeated after a moment's thought, just imagining that she had answered his question. For being a strange kid, he made a pretty good parrot. When she went on to explain herself a little more, Jeremy's mouth opened in a very noticeable 'O'.

"Ah. Video game rules." He nodded as if he understood. "I gotcha, I gotcha, s'all good~" The trainee then leaned over, scooping several M&M's from the floor and to him, creating a space big enough for her to walk past. "There you go, pretty lady~" He grinned at her, a wide, fox-eyed grin.

"...Want some?" His grin didn't fade, but at least he had the sense to hold out the bag of M&M's to her, instead of offering floor candy.

Jeremy gave the girl an odd look.

"I'm not a wall. I'm a man." Then, as if to check, he looked down at himself. "Yep. Man. Not wall. I can move, see?" He them proceeded to do his best Wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man impression.

"Yes." He confirmed to her first little wail, and to the second, he gave her another look. "You are, duh. Don't you look in mirrors?" His eyes then glazed over as his offer was met with a frantic babble of spanish - which ended his earlier ponderings of his sudden knowledge of the language - and when she switched back to english, he seemed to focus again.

"Oh." Well, no wonder she didn't want to walk past the M&M trail! The candy bag disappeared into his side bag, and the trainee was suddenly on his feet, taking light steps towards the woman, leaning in close enough to prove he had no respect for personal boundaries. "What about apples? Do you like apples?"

"Video game rules." He repeated, half turning to point at the tiny wall of candies on the floor. "Like, being unable to move past a small wall of something, even though realistically it should be easy to cross." He explained, wordy and actually sounding like he knew what he was doing. "So I made a path for you! See? Now you can cross!" Except for the fact that he was now in her personal space, of course. But...small details.

"Naaaaaaah you're a pretty girl. All girls are pretty, aaand you've got really nice hair." He reached up, still forgetting that most people had personal spaces, and lightly tugged on a small, frizzy curl of hers. "Like Molly!" Something lit up in his yellow eyes at the name; Molly, his pretty, lovely Mols.

"Nnnoooonono, not sir." Jeremy let the girl push him, and took a step back in a stumbling way that proved he was merely humouring her need for space. "I'm Jeremy! Who're you?" He offered out a tanned hand wrapped in a fingerless glove. "We should go get apples! Well, you can get an apple. I'm going to eat candy." As if he needed more sugar.

"Flirt?" Jeremy repeated, as if he had never heard the word before. "No, I'm not a flirt. Just tellin' the truth." He decided innocently, nodding as if he believed every word he was saying. He never imagined himself as flirt; he just liked to make people feel special. It was nice to point out the good in people, especially when they lived in such horror. "You should meet Molly though! She's in Mist. She's very pretty, and really nice, and gives the best back rubs!" His tone held nothing but pure reverence for the woman, his yellow eyes unfocusing dreamily. Oh Molly, his lovely Molly...

"What? No! It's totally lunch time." He snapped back to earth - or wherever Deus was, he didn't quite believe Bermuda Triangle - and grinned at her once more. "Can't get in trouble for lunch!" He stepped back from her, finally giving her some space, but instead offered out his hand again, as if expecting her to take it.

"Noemi~ Pretty name, too! Do you have a nickname?" Not that he'd use it, he was simply curious.

"You should ask her too! They're really great, very relaxing. I really like Molly." He repeated excitedly, almost - almost - forgetting about the girl. Unfortunately she would have no such luck, as she was in his crosshairs now. New best friend and all that!

"What? Of course! We have chores to do, after all." Jeremy gave her a look, but then took her by the hand to lead her to the cafeteria. "Little Mimi is a really, really cute name! I think I'll call you Mimi. Not Little Mimi because that's your parents thing, but Mimi, because it's cute."

"Do you like watermelons?"