“I’m sorry I didn-“He tries to say, the door sliding closed behind Mary before he could get a word out. He stands there for a minute or two, not wanting to agitate her further by following her in. [i]”Good work Vincent…”[/i] he thinks sullenly, presenting his eye for the retinal scanner. [i]”Now not only do you not know where your stuff is, but you also look like a gigantic stalker or something...”[/i] 

He entered the dorm. It was far nicer than what he was used to, but he was not about to complain. Insofar on this trip, this was the only good thing to happen. He quickly skulks off to the guys living area, wanting to claim a bed quickly. He chooses one close to the shower door, quietly opening the drawers, trying to figure out what to do. To his surprise he finds his clothes, neatly folded, inside his drawers, along with a small paper describing basic hygiene habits Puriel expected him to follow. [i]”Well…”[/i] he thought, slightly creeped out by the gesture (grateful as he was to have clean clothes for the first time in two years) [i]”At least that’s one…problem solved I guess” [/i]. 

He decides to try and let it go, returning to the sitting area as a fit blonde man a few years older than him walks in, quickly rummaging through the kitchen. He starts to say something but bites back the words, remembering his earlier faux pas. Instead, he turns on the TV and sits on the couch, deciding it would probably best to let others come to him.