[ If there's one thing they have in common, it's that they sure as hell aren't going to stick their necks out right off the bat for a bunch of strangers. He's had enough experience in getting in over his head, he's not interested in repeating the experience first chance he gets. He looks out for himself, first and foremost - that's how it's been, that's how it'll always be.

He will, however, waste no time in rifling through the available clothing to try and find literally anything besides this stuffy garbage he somehow found himself in. A guy's gotta look good, doesn't matter what dimension he finds himself thrown into.

He raises his head a bit at the familiar voice, eyeing her for a moment before resuming his search for something unobnoxious to wear. ]

Me? I figure if the apocalypse is coming or whatever, I might as well die in something more my style.

[ He finds a plain black buttondown shirt, holding it up to himself as he pretends to model it for her. ]

What do you think? Does this make me look fat?