Mark nods. He looks around, taking in the architecture and the long line of pictures (GIFs?) of what appear to be headmasters or other distinguished, somber educators looking down at the student body with expressions of disapproval. (Either that, or that fellow with the chrome handlebar moustache had a bad case of gas when they took the picture).

"Is the PE stuff just like sports, or do you guys learn the tools of the trade over there?" He indicates the crossbow-like armament in his escort's hands with a glance. "Or is that part of the field training you're doing with Whatshisname?"