"You do you." Kevin replied, realizing that Zara was probably much more in need of privacy than he was, considering that she was used to living all alone in a bunker. He supposed it was probably a good idea to hang up a barrier regardless, she probably didn't want to see him naked, and he wasn't entirely convinced that he wanted to see her naked, either. Some things were better left to the imagination, especially when they had to work together for a little while. He snapped out of his thoughts to listen intently to the woman's directions, though, and nodded when she informed him of where to go. The kitchen sounded very close, and their bedroom sounded like it could be a bit of a hike. He wasn't sure how big this underground complex was, though, so he supposed it would remain to be seen.

"Thanks." he offered in response. Then the werehyena followed his companion out of the room, but he turned off into the kitchen instead of following her off to wherever she was going. The man headed straight for the fridge, only to be interrupted as a sharp, quiet gasp got his attention. It was almost like the rasp of a knife that you heard when someone didn't know how to pull their blade out quietly. His sidearm was half out of its holster before he realized it was just a kid. "Fuck." he sighed abruptly, shoving the gun back into place. The little boy whipped around, gasping louder this time. 

"Mom! The guest said a bad word!" he sounded truly offended, and then Kevin was confronted with the boy's mother, who gave him a withering look. 

"I'm sorry..." he offered in response, wondering if she'd killed anyone with that look. Then he popped open the fridge, and spotted what he was pretty sure was orange juice. 

"I'll take that." the woman stated as he pulled it out.

"Of course." the contractor just handed it over and decided he would drink something else. He found a pitcher of blue juice and figured he would give it a shot. Blue flavoured drinks were always a good choice. The next step was hunting for a glass. The other two people in the room didn't help him, of course, so he just pulled open all the cupboards until he found one. Kevin poured himself a glass of juice, and sipped on it while he hunted for dinner. Eventually he settled on two approximately half-full containers of what he was pretty sure was left-over stir-fry. After mixing the contents on a plate that he spent several long moments searching for, he tossed it in the microwave and started hunting for a fork while it heated up. By the time his food was ready, he needed to refresh his glass. Once that was done, he took all of it back into the room he'd come from to settle down and eat. Of course, eating, for the werehyena, was a matter of shovelling food into his face until he felt like he would be uncomfortable if he continued to do so. That point was right about the time he finished his plate. Washing it down with the last of his juice, Kevin returned to the kitchen.

Being a considerate guest, he washed all of his dishes and put them back where he found them. Now he just needed to find a bathroom, and he was going to bed. Not wanting to go around poking his head into every single room, and risk disturbing another understandably distrustful mother, or worse, the same one, he decided to hunt down Zara and get her to direct him. He decided to start by looking in the bedroom she'd given him directions to. If she wasn't there, he would just have to quietly stalk the halls until he found her, or got familiar enough with the place that he could begin logically selecting locations for a bathroom...