Zeris heard something moving around. Heard someone approaching. Instinct should have had him flying out the window he'd gotten in with. But hunger made caution and other things fly to the wind. He had just put a tomatoe in his mouth. Holding it there with his teeth. He blinks and bops his head hard on the refrigerator. He backs out of it. Food in his one arm. He looks at her. Eyes studying her. He was dressed like the street in a strange and exotic sort of way. He looks at her.<br/><br/>Tilting his head to the side. His eyes scan her and the gun. He eats the tomatoe silently. Not even answering her yet. He licked his lips clean of the tomatoe stuff with his tongue. It almost was seductive the way he did so. "Who wants to know? You the rich prick who lives here?" he asks. His tone totally that of the street. No fear even with a gun pointed at him. "Look I ain't doing anything but getting food." he says. "Now. I ain't telling you my real name. Your tone stinks of the popo. Which means your popo of some sort. I ain't giving my true identity. You can have my street name." he grins. "Z-ray."<br/><br/>(it was fine)