Re: The stairwell to the eighth floor, 12:03 AM.
Russell supposed it could be worse than his current situation. Given that his current partner seemingly had no intention of stabbing him or doing anything remotely foul, and he could have found himself stuck in scallywag garb, complete with pantaloons. He shuddered. Yes, his weird language was the least of his problems.
However, that didn't mean it made current problems any better. But maybe, maybe that crazy ass doctor was right. What if they were exhibiting behaviours similar to a former life or something like that? Truth to be told, it was kind of intriguing. Russell quite liked the idea of being, well, special. It affirmed what he already thought: that he was better than most people, not just for his superhuman intelligence. Braniac ain't got nothing on him. "Ye got me," he mused aloud, following Greeny. "But I reckon the reason we ain't affected the same is something in our blood. Perhaps it's the building. Or we tipped into the grog and are three sheets to the wind, hallucinating like nothing I've seen the likes of."