I don't know if my dorm room will have much of interest, really... but I suppose it's probably better than my favorite place, at this time of day.

[laughing softly, the priest steps forward, pausing only briefly at Sunday's words. The shift of approach isn't missed, and he... very nearly apologises for causing it.]

Thank you. I suppose I am a little out of sorts. Some of it is the memory bubble, but there's also the fact that the last I was here... I was investigating a cult. [alone, originally.] But that would be in an underground area, so it's not like we should stumble on it going this way.

[It's not a lie, but does dismiss all the other things he could be bothered by here. Really, he's not sure if he would rather end up down there anyway or not, either. As they reach the dorm hall, he speaks again. It's not too much further to his room, though it's hard to tell.]

How are you feeling? I've noticed some... lingering discomforts since we awoke here.

[a product of the damned House, no doubt.]