The Haunted School

You lean toward one of the other campers. He is utterly average looking- middle height, average weight, brown eyes, brown hair, He wears black rimmed glasses that make him look, at least, like a potentially intelligent conversationalist. "Hey," you whisper, "I have an EpiPen. My friend gave it to me when he was dying, it seemed very important to him that I have it."

Not one to laugh at your own jokes, you can't help but smile.

Nothing. He just looks at you, blinks once, twice, then looks back to the announcement.