Nikolay fell silent, listening her out. Alright, at least there was one good news; he hadn't slept with her. Now he didn't have to worry about that... His mind drifted up to the next problem at hand. Where the hell were they? And still, he needed to find his own cloths. At first, he'd thought she had worn the same outfit as part of her kink, but as of now he knew they hadn't slept together. Why the hell were they wearing these scrubs?<br/><br/>Nikolay took a few steps forward, turning his eyes towards the large object she had been touching. What was that? It looked like some sort of obelisk, like the ones the Egyptians used to build. He remembered them from his history book, but what was it doing in a modern condo like this? And the material... It looked strange. It was not made of glass, nor steel. Some metal that was unknown to him. It appeared alien-like, as if it had been made outside this earth. A chill licked down his spine as the thoughts of aliens crossed his mind. Abducted by aliens? That was out of the question, he didn't even believe in aliens. There had to be a rational explanation for all this.<br/><br/>"That... Certainly doesn't belong in here. I mean, the designer of this place really screwed up placing it. If anything, it should be white..." The young man spoke with a calm voice, trying to turn the freaky object into something humouristical. That was something he usually did when he got the chills.<br/><br/>Walking past the object, he looked around. Where could his cloths be? Right now, he just wanted to take them with him and get as far away from here as possible. The closet! He remembered seeing one passing out from the bathroom. His cloths had to be in there.  "Pleasure meeting you Heather... No offense-, but I'm just going to find my cloths and get out of here."