...Oh, hur, there were kids here. How nice. At least he wasn't alone. He'd prefer it if Sora were here, but then again... maybe it was good that he wasn't. Never know what could happen in these situations. The powerhouse that Nike was, he feared little, but if something happened, at least it wasn't involving Sora. Still, there was that unknown feeling-- what was happening to his brother? Suppose he couldn't help it till he was out, so there was no need to fret just now.
"Hey, boys," he muttered, standing up and stretching. "Dunno," he answered X's question, "we could try, but I wanna check out the room-- maybe there's a secret exit or somethin'," fuck you, Hotel. The man shrugged, walking out the breadth and length of the room, pausing to check at the walls. Nothing, nothing out of the ordinary, just... void. How frustrating. "You both all right?" he queried, picking up one of the chalk pieces experimentally. Ordinary chalk, too-- he set it to the tip of his tongue, yeah, still tasted like chalk.