<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#fac51c">Nodding at her a smile of approval spread on across his face as she stood her ground. This woman had moxy and he liked moxy. "Well I appreciate you understanding Doc. I will do my damndest to remember to leave your last name out of conversation." Standing he looked the woman in her eye and mulled over his thoughts. "So question Doc, can I get a tour around the place? I was just dropped off at this couch and left to stare at the pretty walls. Not really something I am good at doing. I get...fidgety when I am still. That is unless you are not allowed or have other shit to deal with." He wasn't lying about getting fidgety. He was already feeling his skin crawl from being behind locked doors. His fingers drummed against his legs before he reached up and ran them through his hair. As he did so his fingers moved almost automatically binding his curls into a braid as they moved back. "While we are at it you can share some info about this place. It's huge. Which about the only positive I can find about being locked in here."</span>