Frankafurter
A Hot Dog
Katja watches him crawl into the bed towels and all and wrap up in the blankets. She can't help but look at the interior decor of the room and quirks a brow, she doesn't know any of the bands or fashion icons but given the labels and bits of taglines on stuff, she can tell what it's for. She looks at the lump of blankets, towels, and the person at the center of it, "You're uh... really into this stuff, huh?" She can't help but wonder why he has such decorations in his room, but it's not really her place to ask. On top of that, even if she did ask, she doubts she'd get a coherent answer. She notices the guns on the floor and collects each one, making sure the safety is on and more importantly, is unloaded. Last thing she needs is him playing with a gun and shooting himself, Typhon would probably be really pissed if he had to come in and clean the kid's brains off the wall. She stows them in a cabinet that is not near the bed he is currently laying in before looking to him, "Are you gonna sleep or should I stick around to make sure your trip doesn't take a turn for the worse?"