"Wha...?" What the hell did this dude care if Eli had a shirt on? It was his room for pete's sake, he could wear (or not wear) what he wanted.
Stumbling as he was pushed around, Eli grunted in irritation, then scrubbed his face with his hands. "Mnm?" he mumbled, not really grasping what the hell this person was telling him. It was Denver? But Denver wasn't some Asian guy. What was this guy even doing in here? "Stop shovin' me!" Eli snapped, stumbling his way toward the mirror and shooting this guy a dirty look. Maybe he should have made a run for the door, started screaming for security because some crazy dude was in his room pushing him around. But instead he went to the mirror and looked into it. And froze on the spot. Suddenly, he wasn't so tired anymore. There was a girl in the mirror, raising her hand to her face like Eli did, covering her mouth like he did... looking down at her boobs and choking in shock. "Wh... wh... what..." Looking back at the guy, Eli stared at this stranger, really stared at him. He was making a face Eli had seen Denver make hundreds of times before. "What the fuck is happening?" he whispered.