Oren glanced at 'Eve' as she shifted on her feet, pink rising on her cheeks. "Stop thanking me, unless you're trying to owe me a favour." He raised an eyebrow as he met her gaze. When she asked if he required anything Oren shook his head, shifting so he could set the tray on the side table. He didn't want to be in her debt.<br/><br/>But on the other hand, he didn't want to stay here any longer than he could've. "Actually, could you be so inclined to show me a way out of here?" Oren moved to swing his feet over the edge of the bed. His shoes had been placed next to it. He noted that someone had changed his pants too, he wondered if they burned the clothes. "I would be... grateful ma' lady." He turned on the charm, his face sincere as he stared at her. He would owe her a small favour, but he would deal with it. He had no desire to get caught up in the Institute's fanatics. Rumours of recent events made him shiver.