Cliff entered in his apartment it was more of a room in a hotel. He had kitchen, bedrooms, bathroom. How he got this apartment, Cliff thought remembering his own, basement which was his home. It was something fishy about this man. Could he be a spy and got this for a reward for leading people into a trap? He saw Melissa starting to begin conversation, he wasn't interested in it, especially not in a that kind of it. He glanced at the man and finally spoke. "Why did you help us?" Cliff asked leaned on a wall not paying much attention to Brutus, a dog. Not been much of dog lover himself.