﻿If Reggy had been drinking anything at all, he would have pulled a classic spit-take at the moment the girl casually stripped the raincoat off and tossed it aside as she began to look through his closet. As it was, he nearly choked on his tongue and spun his back toward her to offer some semblance of privacy, coughing as quietly as he could manage into one fist. It seemed his invitation to exchange names had gone either unnoticed or ignored, and with a disheartened shrug he elected not to push the issue any further.<br/><br/>"Um, yes...that was, my mother...Deborah..." Reggy answered awkwardly, re-focusing his attention on the task of tending to Silas' wounds. The snick-snack of long nails on a keyboard sounded behind him, and Reggy thanked his lucky stars for his habit of clearing his desktop and browser history of anything...<em>problematic</em>, so to speak. The rusted springs of his mattress protested the girl's meager weight as she sat behind him, and it struck Reggy how odd it was to hear his bed make its customary noises when he wasn't on it.<br/><br/>He shook his head in response to her next question, and tears of frustration and helplessness welled in Reggy's eyes as he stared down at the bleeding rat. "No...honestly, I don't...I don't know anything about veterinary medicine, or...anything, really..." He said, his voice falling quiet. "I'm just...so damn useless..."<br/><br/>She spoke again, from the closet this time, and he glanced over his shoulder to see her holding an old Aerosmith t-shirt. His dad had been a huge fan, and had collected concert t-shirts and all kinds of other cool memorabilia before he died, but his mom had gathered up most of it and sold it to pawn shops and secondhand stores in the years since his death. Reggy had done his best to filch what few precious items he could from her grubby grasp, mostly the shirts but also a couple of posters and even an original vinyl pressing of the band's first album, which he kept tucked away in the bottom back of his closet. Reg sniffled softly and quickly turned away again, nodding his approval. "Um, sure...that one's fine, just...help yourself..."