The albino blinks, unsure what to do with his hands as they hover before him in a gesture of surrender. Luckily, this strange lanky being is shoving his pillow back into his arms, so he simply clutches it petulantly, pivoting on his foot to put a little space between the two. He looks down at her, suspicious in the face of her apology.

"A gut punch from mistaken identity, huh?" The albino mumbles, lips curled in a pout, "I guess we've all been there. Or something. Whatever. I'm looking for a night light. And a place to sleep. Got any bright ideas, huh?"