Ryan scowled at the girl, his face twitching in annoyance. He let the jagged ice spike melt, glaring after her. Next time... He'd just punch her face in. With that decision made, he walked, looking around slightly. He could really care less about everything that was here. He quickly picked out a room, or apartment more like. He shook his head, immediately turning down the temperature. To most, it would be chilly for being inside. He had the temperature at 50. He looked around and set down the papers then pulled off his shirt. He was hot. In both ways in his mind. His door remained wide open however. He sat down, grabbing the papers again. He began to look though them, at the options that were available.