He was lost looking for the numbers on those lockers, when he saw the blood bombshell stand in front of him and greet him. His jaw dropped for a moment, as he looked her over himself.<br/>"Have you ever modeled for L-13?"<br/>The question was instinctive, he had a knack for always giving off a bad impression, he quickly stuttered in his speech and added.<br/>"Err sorry...I meant, yea I am looking for this locker."<br/>He handed her the paper and admired her face and body as he leaned in a bit close to look over her shoulder.