Unlike Frankie, Gray was oblivious most of the time. Too self-centered to usually be bothered with what was going around on the campus. He usually only paid attention to drama, and usually only then if he was around--and if he could partake in it.

So when he spotted a vaguely familiar silhouette in the low lighting while on his way to the woods behind Lalaurie house, he was more confused than anything.

He paused, mid-step, a wild smirk snapping across his mouth.

"Evening." He raised he eyebrows at her.