Christian took a moment outside the door. He felt somewhat underdressed in Audrey's presence and being a man who prided himself on looking nice (especially now that he had the option of what to wear), it bothered him a little. A lot. Not that he was going to let her know that. "Do you mind if I get a little coffee and come back? I would enjoy the conversation but I would also enjoy some caffeine. Unless you have problems with food in your bedroom. It was a legitimate concern. Christian didn't eat in his own bedroom, but he probably wouldn't really mind if someone who had a reputation of being neat ate in there. That one kid...the one with the greasy hair...he might have issues with but most of his other "housemates" seemed like they would be all right.
Speaking of appearances, he took the moment to take Audrey and her bedroom in. Despite the frou-frou on the walls that threatened to give Christian a headache, it was a rather lovely bedroom. Then again, he assumed most of them were. And the girl was rather lovely, too. She had what he supposed they called olive skin and she would be considered pretty in several situations, he supposed. Young, though, very young. It seemed the scientists had preferred a younger set of people for the upstairs party. The greasy...Nathan and Jerrica were like children to him...and then the rest were much younger than he was, he would assume. Only Osten seemed to be even close to his age range. Well, he supposed maturity or some such nonsense might give him an edge. The idea was laughable.