"Yea, sure," Rivers said, waving Celeste off as he has left the room.  Truthfully, he wasn't sure what training entailed, but after yesterday, he just wanted to go back into hiding.  If the minotaur was after him like they said however, he was probably safer around people who could take it down.<br/><br/>Now back in his room with Chris, he couldn't help but laugh a little at the other's words.  "I dunno, I kind of like your head man," he shrugged before pointing to the drink.  "That should help your head, at least Nadia swears by it, but I find hangovers are best cured with deep fried and greasy food."<br/><br/>River didn't know why it didn't click before, but Chris was seeing the future.  All along, he'd thought the man was a mindreader or something.  Seeing the future was...well that seemed like a fucking burden.  It didn't make sense though that Chris had said Remington. That name was long in the past.<br/><br/>"So I'm the only one being left out?"  He jokes.  "A bit infuriating when they keep staring at me."  The dark-skinned man sat down on his bed as Chris went back to his book.  An awkward silence rose between them as the blond went back to his book and River was left to his own devices.  It seemed the blond liked to talk though, and River was grateful for the interrupted silence.  Instead of showing he was offended though, the brunette only grins.<br/><br/>"Do you see that, or do you want me to leave?  I mean, I see that you don't like me.  I apparently frustrate you, but I didn't think I was that bad.  Before I go though, you owe me one thing.  Where did you hear the name Remington?"