"Are you okay?" he looks at the blood and then into the Danger Room, frowning slightly. "We'll talk when I'm done, okay?"

He goes into the Danger Room, not sure what to do or what to expect. His eyes stay on the Headmistress, nervous, expecting something to suddenly happen that he'd have to react to. Ilya can't help worrying about Dolemeck. Should they really be pushing someone to the point they bleed? Is he okay? His pride is a delicate thing and Ilya doesn't know how to play 'supportive best bud' when he's never had a friend before.

Then it hits Ilya that he might fail and lose the only real connection he's made here or has in this century, and his focus grows laser-sharp. He will bring down the walls if he has to just to prove he's worthy of a spot here.