[If they hadn't been chased down the hallway by the undead and cats on Roombas, Gilbert might be more inclined to agree. Though, their answers are at least enough to put his mind more at ease, and wordlessly he flops down onto the floor in front of them. Instinctively, his hand moves towards his jacket pocket for a cigarette, a gesture that a month of no smoking hasn't broken him of yet. He settles instead for taking the jacket off and tossing it onto the chair nearby.]
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