"Yeah, I think my dad had mingling with the future business leaders of America in mind, not making friends with 'vigilantes'." His voice goes very dry on the last word, quoting his dad's likely reaction to most of the people here and their probable future. "Like I said, I'm not complaining."

He raises his glass in a kind of one-sided toast, and then takes a swig of it. "I'm guessing lively might be an understatement, given some of the things the student handbook says."