I dunno. It's got to get tedious after a while right? Listening to someone yammering on.

[Easier to just not engage, he expects. That feels more familiar. People not engaging. He's not sure how he feels about it. Not...happy, not really. Just a sense of acknowledgement. Normalcy.

He flashes a quick, worried smile. The drink is sharp down this throat, but the numbing that comes after is halfway pleasant. He pets one of his rats absently. Finally, he gives voice to the thought that's been worrying at him. ]

I don't think we're supposed to be here. In this hotel. Something feels really off.