Diego was more than just a fly on the wall, he was like a shadow. He slunk around the fringes without a sound and simply watched the others. He tried to interject at some points but found his will lacking. He tried to provide some sort of indication that he was even there but his nerves held his hand. He observed all of them, their behavior, the appearance, their names when possible. Every detail soaked into his head and stayed. He was not only curious, he remembered, and he did so clearly. Every image and noise was taken in and almost seemed to fill the void left behind by what Diego had forgotten. He was starting anew and he did not even realize it. Despite that he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling in his gut, some sort of grip that was twisting his insides. It was a desire to simply speak and converse and socialize, yet his lips did not move. It was only when the pink and purple cushion started to move that something audible escaped his mouth in the form of a gasp. It was a...a...what was it? It resembled a lion, a big cat. Umm. He felt the information in his head but he just couldn't dig it out. He struggled and strained but found nothing. Then the one with the red eyes, Sarah, she screamed of a "tiger-sized" house cat. it clicked and a stream of images flooded his mind. Tigers in different positions and actions. Then it stopped and the memories remained. Watching the television and seeing tigers. Going to the zoo and seeing tigers.<br/><br/>While this trance embraced Diego, things had taken a turn for the stranger. The tiger was now a nearly-naked woman of outstanding physical beauty, the hungry one as Diego had dubbed her was bickering with the soldier. And then some new man entered and started to lecture. THings were happening too fast for his mind to handle. Too much new information. He sat down on the floor, crossed-legged, and simply cradled his head in his hands. The speech came in bits and pieces, the important parts first, then the filler. It all slowly assimilated itself into the banks of knowledge in his head, both accessible and not. It was when the man, Gammond, left that things went even further south. A robotic voice coming from speakers hidden in the folds of the house emanated and engulfed them. Diego started to rock back and forth as his head started to ache. It was too much, too much. TVs, bikes, cars, horsepower and torque, clothes and viruses, gas tazers guns and noises. It all melded together into an indecipherable cacophany that slowly seeped into his head while Diego simply sat inert, his eyes blank, his hands covering his ears and head. Around him though was where the activity could be seen.<br/><br/>Diego's companion seethed with anger. It's host was terrorized and with him in that condition he could not do what he pleased. He was tied to Diego and in this state, Diego's companion could do nothing but boil in his own hate. The air around Diego shimmered, like that air over a burning hot street. Only for a moment before Diego regained his senses.<br/><br/>At the instruction to sign papers, Diego got up and followed orders. Just in time to take a gander at Nicole's panties. A blush rushed up to his cheeks before he rapidly turned and caught his breath. A heat seemed to emanate from his chest as he tried to calm down, likely just as worked up as Nicole was when she was told of her...clothing glitch. Even worse came to pass when the naked girl passed him by and threw him for another spin. He looked away, averting his eyes out of sheer politeness and respect. He would not be tempted in that way, though his companion had much different ideas. It was when Diego slowly moved forward and around the woman that he was able to get at his own pile of documents. Signing through each one at a burning pace, not bothering to read them, he was able to be the second to finish his papers. It was in a quavering voice that reeked of timidity that he addressed "ISIS"<br/><br/><span style="color: SlateGray">"E-excuse me...ISIS? I'd like to m-make a request for my room. I w-want it cleared of all furniture, the windows removed, and the door to only l-lock from the outside. P-please lock it at night after I retire for the evening."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>