Anna
Anna was walking around, avoiding other people as best she could to avoid the headaches. That was another thing that caused Anna much frustration. In large groups, the constant sound of other people's thoughts bombarding her was overwhelming and exhausting. She's rather not deal with that right now thank you very much.
The considered going on a jog, but her current school apparel was not suited for that. She'd have to do that later in the day. But where to relax now?
She thought for a few moments, going over all locations, their usual traffic amounts, all the good quite spots, and which kind of people visit them. As she figured it, the closest location that would best suit her needs would probably be the clinic. No one visited the clinic this early unless it was an absolute emergency. She should be fine there.
It didn't seem like long before she was at the clinic, though that was mostly due to her being lost in her thoughts. She entered the building, quite as she expected it. Finding a place to sit, she grabbed her sketchbook and sat down.
Stewart
Stewart smirked. "Oh, so it's Mr. McGuire now huh? Hurts real good shadow pants. Real good. Right here to be precise," he said as he pointed to where his liver would be. He then looked down at where he was pointing, then laughed. "So how have you been? I see you are already up to your old antics."