When he saw the man he assumed to be his 'roommate' walk in, Locke was a bit disappointed. Not that he had anything against this stranger, but he'd really been hoping to see Edgar, Celes, or any of his friends, instead of this guy he didn't know. Granted, he didn't look bad, not like the guard had, but, Locke knew better than to be anything less than cautious in a place he didn't know.

He nearly said something to the guard on his way out, something akin to 'asshole' ran through his mind, but he decided last second it wasn't worth keeping the guy around any longer than it was necessary. Instead, Locke chose to be left alone with the new arrival and his severely analytical stare that quickly put Locke off. The thief was just beginning to wonder if he'd need to say something to break the ice when his cloths came into question.

"'Fraid not. That ass woke me up and I was wearing this thing, in fact, he was really very unhelpful. Don't suppose you know where they stashed my clothes? 'Military' isn't exactly my style."