Carlos frowned,as he listened to Maccuss. After a moment, he turned the picture back to him to look at once more. Sighing quickly, Carlos gently placed the picture back in his wallet. He passed a hand over the worn leather a moment, wishing he could remember where he had gotten this, or who was in the picture, before sliding it back into his pocket where he had first found it. Looking around carefully, Carlos was already trying to calculate a way out of here before Maccus even asked him.<br/><br/>"To be honest, I did not thinking you would be so large." Carlos said, though there was a small smirk on his face to say he meant no offense. He stood up and looked back down the spiraling stair case. Maccus was right, he wouldn't be able to fit all the way down without breaking something. Carlos chewed his lip.<br/>"Perhaps the gun-man is gone?" Carlos murmured, thinking out loud as he turned back to the disfigured door. It had managed to close again, however the frame was off now from where the dragon had bumped into it.<br/>"He may have thought you went down...he did not follow us here." Carlos said, gently pulling the door open, as if expecting to hear another gun shot if he moved to quickly.<br/><br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/>Maria smiled as she listened to Roxxie, sipping from the soup as she went along. When Roxxie turned, Maria's head seemed to snap towards the roof. She heard something, but she wasn't exactly sure what it was that she was hearing.<br/>"It sounds like someone's upstairs..." Maria murmured, letting on that she could hear much better than an average human. "No, I-I didn't see anyone else on my way here." Maria said, standing up from her table and dinner.<br/><br/>Nodding to Roxxi, Maria wandered back towards the kitchen. She smiled lightly at the sleeping raccoon in the bed she found there. There was a half empty glass of water, so Maria diligently refilled it with cold water.<br/>Setting the glass down, Maria looked the male over. For some reason, he looked a bit ill. Maria pressed a small hand against the raccoon's forehead with a small frown.<br/>Looking around the kitchen, Maria found a small cloth and ran it under the sink before setting it gently on the raccoon's head.