Micolash doesn't mind stares in the least. Or maybe the more accurate term is he doesn't notice them. He does it enough in turn to others. When Tina takes him up on his offer, the man smiles and lowers himself into a cross-legged seat on the floor. The retrieved papers rest in his lap, hands crossed over the top of them.

"Sir isn't necessary. Professor or Headmaster if you must settle a title." That said, Micolash fold and unfolds his fingers, thinking how to start. Might as well where all good bedtime stories do. "Once upon a time, I, the Headmaster of Mensis, I successfully contacted a special child. One from the stars. And from there, I was able to move my entire school to the world it came from. A frightful place. But my my, one of great learning. Great Insight."

Micolash is addressing Tina as the kid she appears to be, which may or may not be patronizing. But at least it's not maliciously done. Holding one spindly finger up, he asks, "Do you know what I had to do next, now in this Frontier with a celestial child under my care?"