"Truth is, I found a box in my closet. It had a tag with your name on it, and a bunch of stuff in it. Came with instructions. Pictures and everything. Figured someone was helping me out," he admits, and glad for it.

He pauses though at that gesture, and for a moment he's a deer in headlights. Staring at Vasquez for a long moment, glancing down at his lap and then back up. Pausing once more, cocking his head and listening, not that he isn't pretty sure that their frightening roommate isn't anywhere near. It's just them, and that's enough he guesses.

Closing the space between them, moving to sit down gingerly, not entirely certain about this. Surely he's had enough women on his lap, but never been that girl as it were.