His eyes widened as you caught him fiddling with something in the hallway, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was. “Have you ever been to jail? Let me spell it out for you: J-A-I-L,” his voice slowly but surely became prominent and highly pitched. “Now, unless you’re a cop, I don’t know why you’d be staring at me.” His voice lowered as he stopped fiddling and started putting the object into his locker. His whole demeanor changed as his face lit up. “Do you care about the environment?”