Who: Owen and Alistair Where: Yellow Section When: Noonish
Alistair had spent the day before taking full advantage of the distraction the crate drama had provided for the majority of the house. His arrival had occurred with seemingly little fanfare, and he was fine with that, feeling a little as if he'd slipped in under the radar. It gave him plenty of time to gather some snacks from the kitchen and wander his way back toward his room, where he'd stayed for the rest of the day. The network had been more than entertaining, diving through the open posts on his generic username, then puttering through private messages and unsent keystrokes with additional clearance. He learned more about his co-inhabitants from what they didn't share than anything they'd bothered to throw out for everyone else.
It was still difficult to place names with faces, but an introduction to Owen did highlight a few things he did remember. Owen didn't use a screen name, instead continuing on with his subject number rather than make things easier for the others in the house. Maybe he found that certain amount of anonymity over the network a little comforting, after all, he wasn't the only resident who still did so. The most prominent discussion he recalled Owen having was with Cecilia, in regard to the resident junkie and Upper Management guinea pig, Marco. In his mind, he was already beginning to formulate a family tree of who was most direction associated with who, but until he met everyone on a more formal basis it would be hard to fully get a handle on.
So, he was helping. It was good for the cover, good for getting a handle on the town of Mount Zenith, and especially good for getting to know one of the house's seemingly more capable residents. The walk had been surprisingly long, and the pair of them had been assigned to the furthest corner of the town map. At the very least, it gave Alistair a solid view of the area. They'd wandered through the tower first, finding nothing of interest, though Alistair plucked a pad of paper and a few pens to tuck away for later. He was taking notes openly, like a student trying to cram for a test the night before, knowing that both he and his alias were much farther behind than the rest of the class. He'd been as helpful as possible otherwise, pulling his own weight within logical parameters. Owen was effectively the senior member of the pair. He knew the town much better, the people they were looking for, and what antics Upper Management had already thrown at the group. The only help Alistair could really offer in any of those respects would have been solely based on experience he'd had in training, none of which would make sense for him to know here. By the time they stepped outside of the tower once more they didn't seem to be any closer to their goal than they had been before.
"It's good we thought to get the most imposing building out of the way first." That much was the truth. Hunting through the rest of the buildings to potentially come up with nothing, then having to tackle the tower afterward would have been a pain in the ass, if nothing else. He turned to regard his companion, squinting into the light as his eyes adjusted, lining his words with a suitable amount of weariness, concern, and resolve. "Where next?"