Tony spends the next hour being intensely bored. All the games that he'd been lucky enough to have loaded on his Pod's hard storage, he's beaten more times he can count, and about the only other thing he can do with the now-stupid smartphone is reorganize his music. Again. For probably the fiftieth time.

So he passes the time by sketching in his notebook and fidgeting relentlessly. He's not trying to be annoying by wiggling around in his chair and tapping his fingers against the arm of the chair and jiggling his knee and chewing on his pencil and periodically sighing loudly, but... yeah, he's probably being pretty annoying.

When the receptionist finally gives Tony the go-ahead, he practically leaps out of his chair.

"Thanks!" he says over his shoulder as he jogs off to find this... Zanru person.

He's startled when a large group of kedan spills out of the specified room just as he arrives. He almost walks into one, and leaps out of the way just in time. "Uh... Sorry...?" The kedan gives him a dirty look anyway. When the crowd has passed, he steps inside.

Tony looks around at the neat rows of desks and computers. A class? Curiosity beats out manners. "What are you teaching?" he asks, completely forgetting to introduce himself.