The crisp air chills the hairs along his neck, making them stand on end in spite of the turned up coat collar. The brown leather is obviously of some quality, though the worn look makes it plain that it has seen a rough life. His shoes are simple, inexpensive tennis shoes... Well, perhaps inexpensive is a bit presumptuous. His feet, being rather large, cause him to pay a good bit for the shoes. For their size they are not too pricey, considering they are for hiking and working in.

In his mind he calculates the wisdom of purchasing some winter boots. Most of his shoes range from these tennis shoes currently donned, to Italian leather dress shoes, to some flipflops for warmer weather (or pool shoes).

Footwear is the last thing on his mind now, though, for as he rounds the corner, his mind also takes a turn.

Exams are approaching, and there are a couple papers that beg to be written. Something in the autumn air, however, draws him. He has spent a goodly portion of time outside of late, walking. It clears the head, though the chill stimulates his body into activity. His home is warmer than this place, but Demaitre is a welcome cultural and climactic change.

The people here he has had some small chance to meet. A few parties and some classmates later, he realized how much there is still to see and do within the city limits.

His footsteps slow as he walks into unfamiliar territory. He has managed to avoid coming to the labs very much. He doesn't mind, no, but it is rare that he has cause to venture towards the science department. There was someone, however with whom he wished to meet. The biology labs were unlocked this time of early evening, to allow student projects and studious individuals both time to expand their parameters.

Roberto pushed through the doors into the main lobby, shivering and stamping his feet a bit to encourage stimulation. Shaking his shaggy head, he looked up and down the halls, the junction an unfamiliar one. Echoes of a few voices, the metallic and plastic clacks and chinks telling on the few inhabitants of the building.

She has to be here somewhere - she tutors at this time. Shrugging his shoulders, he chooses the right hall, and walks down it, eyes roving into every doorway he passes, looking for a glimpse of the elusive doctor.