Malcolm still wasn't sure what to make of everything they had just seen tonight; most of it didn't make much sense to him, but what did make sense just left him worried. He and Lysithea had powered down a little while ago and decided that this was a good opportunity to talk things out and make a plan. Of course, it was also late enough that be didn't sound like a bad idea in the near future, so they'd devised a simple plan: they stopped by his place to pick up a few things, and then he followed her back to her place.

Now, he had dropped his bag down by her front door and was looking around her place; she'd had the benefit of knowing where he lived since she'd stayed at his parents house over the holidays, but at least now he knew where to go if he really needed her.

"…Are you sure Zack isn't gonna just come busting in any second?" he asked, peeking around one corner and half expecting to see Zack sitting there, looking all-knowing and pissy.

It was bad enough that he had to worry about that stranger, the crystal he'd accepted, and talks of an ambush…the last thing he wanted to worry about was his brother killing him.