He continues to sit awkwardly for a moment, but when he speaks, its slowly and quietly. "...No, Im sorry. It must be a drain on you....but I didnt ask for the illusion, and its not the clothes that make it useful. Its the face. I still cant leave....because i cant come back unless i look like the man who rented the room."


his own voice was still fairly flat, and its followed by a sigh. He isnt even sure she was still awake to hear him, or if she would respond at all.