So Cissnei had been here a few days, then. That was more or less what Zack had guessed at after hearing about how she'd gotten her weapon, but it was good to have definite confirmation of it. Cissnei had probably already figured out that he was pretty new to this, and yet both of them had been doing a fantastic job of tiptoeing around the whole subject of when they'd last seen each other.

Zack found it odd that they just ended up back in their rooms no matter what happened, and it quickly made him wonder how the institute was doing it. His mind jumped to drugs again, but maybe he was just trying to make it easy on himself. Besides, if that was how it worked, then they would still have to have enough staff to come find them and carry them back to their rooms every morning, which seemed like more trouble than it was worth.

Some sort of warping, then? It seemed pretty out there, but so was coming back from the dead. Still, the main point in all this was that escape was severely hindered by having only a night to get far enough away. And who knew how far "far enough" was?

"Well, we can try it out if you want," Zack replied with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Or head upstairs, if you think that'll be more worthwhile. You're working off of more intel than I am, so feel free to take charge on this one." Not that Zack was much for following orders anymore, but Cissnei was someone he could trust.