When no beatdown was forthcoming, Gavin unclasped his hands and looked up, where Evelyn—no, Sylvia—was stretching out hers. He cautiously took it, rising to his feet, still looking at her warily. [i]That's...somewhat unexpected...well, I guess she doesn't want to slay me. But looks can be deceiving...I'll wait, I guess, until I can make my escape and not be threatened by...something.[/i] His gaze flicked to the sword in the corner and he gulped and smiled nervously, his bracelet slowly crawling up his arm until it reached his elbow, where it stopped. "Well, uh...Do you mind if I room in here?"

[i]That was quite possibly the most random question I've asked, There're plenty of other rooms not occupied, and those that are occupied are probably occupied by people that are less likely to pole me. What in the hell possessed me to ask it‽[/i] Outwardly, the only sign of his inner chastisement was a swift movement and the loud, meaty sound of a palm colliding with a forehead fast enough to set a land speed record.