cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

'D...do you live here?' Remi wonders a touch ignorantly. Of course, it made perfect sense for the medical staff to stay on the premises, but the wendigo had always had the sense of Isla leaving, when she went home. Perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part, that at least one of them got to escape when the day came to an end.

"Probably best you don't." Remi agrees with a slanted smile. And it really was, for so very many reasons. Stepping into the hallway and looking down a corridor that was neither dingy nor dimly lit, Remi pulls in a breath before nodding slowly. "I am very easily surprised these days" He murmurs distractedly, before refocusing his attention on Isla, his lips melting almost immediately into a smile.

Though stepping into Isla's apartment feels entirely inappropriate, it doesn't stop Remi from doing just that. Though he loiters just inside the door so as not to soil the cleanliness of the space with his mere presence, the wendigo glances around and does what anyone would do on a first date: he visually snoops as much as he's able. Drinking in the books, the warm but muted colours, the dull scent of something that makes his mouth water, Remi finds his fingers have begun to fidget rather restlessly, against which he laces them together. "No pets?"

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!