The majority of Tubba's fears were defused when Makar didn't tell him to get away from him, and he (poorly) disguised his sigh of relief as a sign of his contentment with the springs. There was still a healthy chunk of anxiety though. What would he talk about? What if Makar hated him? What if he said something rude? What if, what if, what if. "Oh, yeah, springs can make you feel really strange. But they're r-really relaxing!" he stammered without a trace of irony. "I'm Tubba Blubba. Um... I'm guessing you're a freshman?" he questioned carefully; he was about a foot and a half taller than Makar, but he didn't want to be presumptuous.