[ He has no ill intent! If anything, his intent is just to get to know Sunday, to make a friend. Even if he does start things off on the wrong(?) foot. He's in the same position, he doesn't know anyone here and doesn't know where to start so, in his mind, the best idea is to stick together.

When Sunday looks over at him, he'll have put the pants on and the dress shirt, leaving it open and loose for now. He remains barefoot as well, not looking to leave just yet but only looking to cover his modesty. ]

You're right, I don't have one either — only a few chips to my name and nowhere to rest my head. It's interesting, isn't it? All this opulence, yet they make you fight for scraps.

[ Said breezily, an observation he's had since he arrived here. He could see the difference in class between those of ranks and suits. Ironic, as it's all manufactured — there's clearly enough for everyone to have their fill and more. So why bother with the ranks? He could also pick up the oppressive yin energy from the ghosts haunting the place as well. It's all left him deathly curious, but he doesn't have anyone to share his observations with just yet either. ]

Wei Wuxian is my courtesy name. Feel free to use it. And you?