Upon hearing the door behind him slam shut he turns
The Avenger not expecting any sort of company, much less
a complete stranger. He’ll admit that the stranger in question
looked peculiar, but it didn’t stop him from answering the question.
After all, he was practically soaked.
”There’s one down the hallway, to the left. Is it raining that bad
outside?”
Gathering a few impertinent strands of hair from his skin, he nods. “Sudden downpour. I came from Midgar and I wasn’t expecting this kind of weather." And how it had nearly turned into an electrical storm! Lightning is barely starting outside, but there had been such a buildup on his journey that at least four times had the Death Gigas threatened to transform. That would certainly not be happening, not on official business.