Wyn let out a laugh at Roxy's first question, catching the implication of it. "You sound like my roommate back at the campus. Dang, I miss him already. Would you believe me if I said I got in with my book smarts?"

He pulled himself back up onto the couch as she mentioned that he could have slept elsewhere. "Eh, I guess that didn't occur to me last night. I didn't want you to have to kill me in case I stumbled upon something I'm not supposed to see while poking around. You've been pretty nice so far, but you are still some sort of mafia princess, aren't you? I mean, people like you usually have secrets."

"Ah, thanks babe," he responded while getting up, after she gave him the directions he had asked for. "I'll see you later."

Finding several sealed disposable washup kits in the bathroom, he ripped one open to use. He figured that he might as well make himself at home in this place, since he did not know how long he was going to be here. He felt slightly better after cleaning up, and made his way to the kitchen to join Roxy for breakfast. He then grabbed a cinnamon bun from its pack and sat down at the counter, where he poured himself some coffee from the pot.

"Smells good," he commented. "So, this chip you're insisting I have, what's the size of it?"