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He stepped aside, not arguing with a angry, naked woman. Instead, he stepped back and just - enjoyed the view a bit. Pissed off or not, she was still a nude woman. He could ignore the missing arm for what she made up in many other departments.

He stood at attention to sort of mask his oggling when she gave him his jeans, and then paused. "You cleaned my pants?" That was not something criminals jumping on random girls did.

When she picked up another pair, he looked at the jeans, then at her. "This is my room?" He asked, just as unsure as she was, before opening more drawers and seeing sweaters, polos, t-shirts, and jeans. It felt like guy clothes.

So he took her to his room? That...wasn't good.

"Um...." He didn't know what else to day in his defense. "I'm sure there is an explanation."

Rin half-crossed her arm at him. "Like this is your room apparently. Where's my clothes then?"

Roland had joined the mass of people moving through the halls. He was pretty sure his name was Roland since most of the stuff in the room indicated it was the owners name and he was starting to think he might have belonged in that room. Still didn't explain much though.

Approaching the God of Everything he reached down to his boot tugging out the dagger.

"I uhhh have one of these?" He waggled the barrier dagger back and forth. "But I don't think... daggers aren't good for fighting zombies are they?"

Before she could get an answer regarding her spy status, she was interrupted by someone claiming that she had a twin. He added something reassuring about not telling on them for being spies before his companion could get a word in, but once he finally did, he asked for her full name, appearing just as doubtful as she was.

"I...I don't remember," came a panicked stammer, her gaze darting between the two men. "What's yours? Do you remember? Perhaps we could find some sort of matching documents to..." She trailed off, thoughts still fixating on what the first man said. She was a spy?! Oh. Oh no. What if she and Vladimir weren't really together, and were just pretending to be to make themselves look less suspicious? For some reason, that seemed like a distinct possibility, which would explain a lot of things.

Most things.

She felt a little sick. All of the things.

She mouthed 'I am so. Sorry.' to her fellow spy, just in case, and tried to focus on her twin situation.

"So, you're claiming that he looks like me...and I...look like him?" She pointed indicatively with each respective question. They did both have glasses, and the bangs in front of her eyes were black, but that was as far as her independent verification could go. "This seems faintly familiar, in a funny sort of way, but..." She shook her head. "I don't remember anything for certain."

He couldn't help but get back at this girl. She had been pointing the finger at him over and over, and he wanted to turn the tables. "Well..." He started to pull the clothes on top from the hamper, noticing a few that looked like his, and others that clearly were a woman's cut. "...it seems your hot bod wanted to be with me willingly." He offered her her clothes with a bit of a smile.

At this point he was leaning as close as he could towards the God of Everything, hanging onto his every word.

"There really are... Z-words! How many? Is there a swarm? A horde? We should get some cool weapons- Oh a dagger," he rattled off, pausing to stare at the strange dagger the stranger pulled out his boot. "That's a good start... Is there like a stash of chainsaws anywhere? What about guns? Where'd you get that axe?"

"I don't know. Like I said, I don't remember anything. I'm just as confused as you are. Even though it might be stealing from me, you can see if any of my clothes fit." He teased, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. Maybe that would keep her from going on the rant of him being the bad guy and calling the cops. He didn't want that sort of attention.

Putting on his own pants, he was glad that they fit perfectly. It was just more confirmation that this room was his, which was weird. Why did he has weird stuffed animals? At least he was a neat, tidy person.

Looking around, he went to check the hamper to see if there were any wallets or pieces of paper in the dirty jean pockets, but he soon found that they were all empty.