As Renault examines the hidden contents of the safe, you glance around the room. For the meantime, it's fallen silent; no one seems to be in the mood for much conversation.
Michelle is leaning against the wall, turned away from the others. Sonia is making an unconvincing attempt at nonchalantly scanning the nearby bookshelf. Max, meanwhile, has pulled open a curtain, gazing out of the window with what appears to be a mournful aspect. Will is still gaping at the sight of Renault, half in and half out of the safe.
It seems like you've been granted an opportunity for some morale-building.
You walk over to Will, feeling very much that you should check on how he's processing all of this. There's growing up with the undead being a fact of…well, life, and there's watching a ghost get up to the neck in your headmaster's safe. It's the sort of worldview adjustment that probably requires some occasional reassurance.
The Head Boy doesn't turn away from Renault's insubstantial espionage as you approach; he doesn't actually look at you until you cough politely. Then, he almost spins around, as though he'd forgotten that there were other people in the office with him.
"Hi," you say, trying to offer a friendly smile. "Just…you know, wondering how you're coping with…" Your hand sweeps the room, taking in its occupants of various sizes, shapes, and vital status.
Will coughs, his expression one of dazed anxiety. "Well…it's still a shock," he says. "I mean…well, one doesn't expect this sort of thing to happen, really: pits to hell and working side by side with the undead and everything."
One probably doesn't, you reflect. The one called Kan had, after all, been quite surprised at the turns the day had taken.
Still, you adjusted. Maybe Will can too.