Tox didn't like being new, it made him uncomfortable to know that he could get lost. Getting lost means you could wander into an enemy, or worse, someone who wants to make you their friend. Tox shot a prayer off to his mother that he would not find someone who would try to trick him into feeling safe, because being safe is dangerous. All this thinking was making him pause where he stood, staring up at towards the roof. The whole place made him nervous, sharing a room with people he didn't know. He made his way towards the door and awkwardly paced around, not knowing whether to go in, or to walk around first so he could come back when it was empty.