Sighing, he rubbed at his eyes. "No... its.... its all pretty much a blur. I... don't remember much of anything before waking up in that alley."<br/><br/>He looked up as the boyfriend got bored with his 'air gun' and left. Rolling his eyes, he muttered under his breath. The word 'moron' barely audible. Turning back to face the girl, he felt pressured to make conversation and fidgeted, casting about for something to say.<br/><br/>"So...," he stammered, "You... do this often? I mean... bring dangerous strangers into your home like this? I mean... not exactly a smart move..." he trailed off awkwardly, his small talk skills spent.<br/><br/>As he spoke, he'd given the room another appraising look. Unaware of the fact that his eyes were now searching for and cataloguing possible weapons around the room. He spotted the shower curtain, just visible through the bathroom door, the sturdy looking wooden chair beside the tiny table, a vase of flowers on the counter... there was a wooden  stand of knives on the kitchen counter...<br/><br/>His eyes continued to move about the room, taking inventory.