Lyall is currently lacking in living space, as well, though it bothers him mostly because he life without a closet, a change of clothes, and a proper bath have left him feeling wrinkled and unpresentable, not because he feels unsafe anywhere. He is, after all, a wolf.

But now that he's at least somewhat familiar with the layout of the place, has managed to barter a few of his possessions for a spare set of clothes-- folded carefully inside his dispatch case, along with some of those disgusting things they called "food" here-- it really is time to get somewhere to live. It's really just chance that he comes by that particular block when Lisbeth is making her protest.

"I'm afraid most of us do not look the kind of person who wants a roommate," he comments from behind her, tipping his hat politely once she turns to see who interrupted the conversation. "So that's the way of it, then? No rooms available?"