Daniel brushed past Vlad on his way into the bathroom, but paused again in the doorway to look over his shoulder at him, trying to read something in his expression that wasn't immediately obvious. Whatever he was looking for, however, he seemed to find it, and said, "Yeah. She seems like a nice woman on the forums. Refined, in a way. It's nice she's not carrying a torch--uh--pitchfork for you like the others." He flashed Vlad a grin, and pulled open the cupboard under the bathroom sink. Retrieving a grocery bag, he pulled out a clear package of socks, still untouched. "Oh, here they are."