Quick to oblige, he headed to the desk and leaned against its edge with his arms crossed, in a similar fashion to how he'd positioned himself back in Trabia Garden. The room was like how Irvine had envisioned it: Bland and without grandiose extravagances. As a result, one glance over was more than enough to take in the room as a whole; which, on second thought, felt rather cozy in its roomy way.

"Nice place," he drawled with a characteristic wave. He crossed one leg over the other, relaxed, then continued to speak as he normally did.

"So, this nightmare . . . It's been haunting you for almost two weeks?"