"Regrettably, not many, no. Not personally." This is actually a sore topic for him, purely due to his current situation, but he's not about to shy away from it. He does, however, begin a slow return to looking about as serious as he did back on the network. "Not including myself, there were seven." No, eight; before anyone else, there was Shaw.

And just like that, his gaze drifts, loses some of its focus. His tendency to slip back through time is, in this place, stronger than ever. "...Charles, and Raven, and a few he took on as students once we found them. The ones who agreed to come. They were the first, I suppose." And for all he knows, thanks to this place and the sudden abduction, they may all of them be dead. Murdered by that smiling devil. Murdered like Darwin.

He stares directly at John, then. "The school was larger when you attended, wasn't it? More kids?"