[Horatio certainly hadn't known. Then again, Horatio had never imagined in his wildest dreams that a robot of any size could or would ever be A Thing.

But that's not something Horatio has time to think about just now. Now, it's far more important to herd children to one side while Daylight handles the heavy lifting. Really, if he doesn't focus too hard on the actual optics, it's a bit like simply having Styles's massive bulk to throw at a sticky (or, more accurately, heavy and cumbersome) problem.]

Right. [His hand lifts from the teacher's desk to point properly at the rows of desks.] Back row against the wall, next row stacked on top, third row pushed into it.

[That ought to keep the top row from falling onto any (potentially fragile) little skulls if (when, inevitably) a child went careening into the pile of desks.]

Manage that and keep an eye on your lot, sir?