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[Daken reaches for the shirt he'd casually tossed to the side. When his hand feels only air, he looks up.] Curious...

[She--and the shirt--freeze momentarily, but there's no noise as Alisa slips the shirt on, draping it over an unmistakeably female body as she back towards the door. He could still smell her if he had that ability; she has no idea, but she's watching him carefully.]

Very curious indeed. [Daken's head slowly turns as he sniffs the air, catching the other scent wafting through the room.] Do you want to play? Is that it?

[He starts moving directly towards Alisa.] I should warn you. I always play for keeps.

[She keeps backing up, glancing over her shoulder as she comes up against the wall. Alisa has to concentrate for a moment to be able to slide back into the wall, and she has to pull off the shirt as quickly as she can, though the long sleeves are proving troublesome.]

Wait. [It's a pleasantly female voice, though a little frightened as she blinks back into view, holding the clothing back out.]

There's a useful talent. [He murmurs more to himself than to Cipher.]

[Daken takes his shirt from her hands, though he doesn't put it back on just yet.] Do you mind explaining why you were stealing my clothes?

Because I don't have any.

[Daken sighs, debating the merits of a possibly naked girl wandering around. Then he tosses the T-shirt back towards her.]

Take it.

[It takes her almost no time at all to pull it on; it's a little big for her, and comes down only barely past her hipbone. Still, it's better than literally nothing if she's going to attempt holing up and sleeping for a while.]

...Thank you.

Don't mention it. [Daken's not one for random acts of kindness. His gesture stems more from curiosity.] What happened to your clothes?