Abia heard the voice on the other side. It sounded oddly different than what she heard in the bar. Similar, for certain, but something seemed off. She opened the door, mop in hand, and looked inside.<br/><br/>Without even glancing at the floor, she cocked her head to the side as her eyes met his. “Uh...are you...” her head turned back and forth, her eyes scanning the room as if looking for the real Victor hiding somewhere else, before resting back at the meditative man. “Are you the same person as the one I met downstairs?” It was an odd question, but it was also an odd scenario. Her eyebrows tilted in a puzzled expression, then the image from before passed through her mind again. It was a brief moment of clarity, but she didn’t know quite what to say to him. Instead, she sufficed to let him answer the first question she asked as it was still relevant despite her revelation.