If she said so. He thought to himself. He wasn't entirely sure it was nice to meet miss peppy here. He was far from a peppy guy. There. She decided to go and sit across from him. Now why the fuck she do that? He had just made it clear that the conversation was over in a very polite way. He mentally sighed. He just didn't trust people very much. Especially women. They made him nervous. He glanced to her friends who looked shocked as hell. He looked back to her. "I'm Gothic." He said simply. She was really insistant on talking wasn't she? He wasn't a highly conversative guy. Yet seemed Miss Peppy was very conversative. He looked at her in utter confusion at her question. "Special abilities?" He echoed. What did she think he was a mutant? He watched her prop her chin up in her hands. "777." He said simply. "Dean said it was the only room open. Think my grandmother asked him to put me up there." He then sipped his soda again. She was kinda staring now wasn't she? He looked at her. Why the hell was she staring at him? Did he grow horns or something. "You know you ask very weird questions." he said simply. He wanted to finish his soda quickly so he could get back to the room.