Walking back from the lobby, somewhat on alert, with snacks in hand, is how Sable spots Gwyn. They come to a full stop for only a second, before picking up a frantic pace in his direction. ”…Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait. Are you real?? Or is three days alone here my limit before I start hallucinating?” -askroom13
Gwyn tries his best to have no expectations as he leaves his room, so that he won’t be surprised by anything. Still, he's unprepared to see anything as casual as another person wandering down the hall with snacks in tow—an androgynous blond, with a patch of black at the front of their hair. He’s not sure if it’s a good or a bad thing that they seem just as surprised to see him.
He pauses, tucking his room keys into the pocket of his slacks. He cues in on their accent (an occupational hazard), but knows it won’t help him figure out what’s going on. “Yes, I’m real. I’ve been abducted. Are you the same, or do you mean to be here?” he asks, defaulting to what he considers best practice: answer questions, skip redundancies, move it along. His tone, though edged with anxiety, makes an effort at calm and courtesy.