Seeming content with his current learning and possible hollow promises. he would wait, and see what came of it...<i>"D,"</i>He spoke out, stepping towards the man, arms hidden under his numerous rag and make shift cloaks.<i>"Room number, and key... Please."</i>The last added in afterthought. When Jynx was sighted up and about, he nodded only slightly in her direction, peering through the window into the ER. Even masked, and through the glass, it was as if they locked gaze, her sickly yellow crossing his scarlet red lenses of his mask. He was not sure why, but it was a sense of comrodery, friendship, of a sort... Darion, the other snipe, gave him the impression of competition. The ghoul... Were they not kin? In at least a racial manner? Not likely, whatever had happened to him, it made him as different from her, as she from them...<br/><br/>The turncoat, and Fanya herself? There was little he cared for them, people of words, not action. The rest were background noise to the augmented man, for now at least. And the doctor... If this was to be a repeat of his first day of rememberence... Well, this time he had a gun.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>