The flight wasn't completely off the table, just warm and away from mice that might freeze you to death weighed more in his favor than running away. Especially with Nida evidently unarmed. He would see it through for now, if only to solve the mystery of who Nida was exactly. Warily he watched the man, eyes darting between him and mapping out exits. Without explaining himself he did move to go peek his head around any of the more obvious walls and hallways, simply to verify the house was as empty as Nida stated.
More and more he felt like a caged animal, walls closing in, but that curiosity of his wouldn't be sated until he had answers. Both to who Nida was an if he were a threat, and what this weird place he found himself in was. "Nida..." He rumbled thoughtfully, clearly trying to recall who that name belonged to. Nida. So familiar. Nida... N... something? He'd think on it while he stalked around, making sure the coast was really clear.
He noted, of course the prime seat intentionally left open for him. One that let him guard his back as well as watch most angles anyone could come out of. An olive branch? A few moments more of hesitation before he took the offered seat, not following suit and taking his boots off. Rinoa might be angry with him later, that'd be fine. He had to be able to run. It was clear in his posture he wasn't sitting comfortably, feigning relaxed with muscles coiled and ready to spring any moment. Seifer wasn't going to let himself be trapped without a fight.
While Nida explained his expression only drew more grim, brows furrowed and scowl becoming even less friendly than normal. "I think I'd rather hear about being in a mental ward," He mused. "So. There are others here. None of them know how we got here? Or why?" That just seemed even more insane than his original theory. "And why this?" He held up his arm with the watch he'd so far ignored.
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More and more he felt like a caged animal, walls closing in, but that curiosity of his wouldn't be sated until he had answers. Both to who Nida was an if he were a threat, and what this weird place he found himself in was. "Nida..." He rumbled thoughtfully, clearly trying to recall who that name belonged to. Nida. So familiar. Nida... N... something? He'd think on it while he stalked around, making sure the coast was really clear.
He noted, of course the prime seat intentionally left open for him. One that let him guard his back as well as watch most angles anyone could come out of. An olive branch? A few moments more of hesitation before he took the offered seat, not following suit and taking his boots off. Rinoa might be angry with him later, that'd be fine. He had to be able to run. It was clear in his posture he wasn't sitting comfortably, feigning relaxed with muscles coiled and ready to spring any moment. Seifer wasn't going to let himself be trapped without a fight.
While Nida explained his expression only drew more grim, brows furrowed and scowl becoming even less friendly than normal. "I think I'd rather hear about being in a mental ward," He mused. "So. There are others here. None of them know how we got here? Or why?" That just seemed even more insane than his original theory. "And why this?" He held up his arm with the watch he'd so far ignored.