[For his part, Harding continues to turn the information he's heard over in his head. He scrubs a hand over his face and presses his chin and cheek into his palm, thinking.]

... No, [he finally says, shaking his head.] I just didn't think anyone went down there anymore.

[He exhales again, composure regained... for all of two seconds until he remembers Wrathion is still there.]

Whatever it is you're thinking of doing, don't, [he says tersely.] If you're that worried, I'll swing by the school later and check things out myself. The last thing I want is for this to turn into a big... [he pauses, tries to think of the best word for it and gives up just as quickly,] ... thing where someone breaks their neck trying to play detective.