"Yeah, basically," he says with something of a grimace. He's not about to tell Rosalia the fact that the only thing of note aside from normal clothes in the room were knives and a terrifying-looking mask. What has he even been doing? "The two other guys livin' in the place told me it was my room."

Being pensive about his own situation doesn't mean he misses the look on her face, though, and he straightens up, unfolding his arms.

"You okay?"