[Well, it's better than nothing, and- oh. Oh ok, that's Victor's butt. The man has no shame whatsoever apparently.

As soon as the clothes are offered he immediately dips under the covers to pull them on in pseudo-privacy. The pants are clingy but comfortable; he'll be fine with this. His voice is muffled under the blankets when he speaks up again.]

So, Victor...? Where is here, exactly? I kind of need to be able to get back to my hotel. I mean, my stuff is there, including my wallet and passport and things...