Isabelle's Room

"Nice place." Cin admits with an impressed glance. "And table. Good operating ones aren't cheap." He says, letting go of Shayan's vine for a moment to run his hand over the table. After a thought he takes off his bloody dress shirt to tuck under the doorframe to help with any gas that might leak in. That means he's left shirtless, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Not sure if Shayan explained, but I'm pretty much Vivsarchitect." He says before he goes towards one of the unused beds to take a seat on.