[Rorschach hesitates, mostly because he's not accustomed to speaking about himself. Or having normal conversations in general, actually. He's gradually getting better at it, but he barely spoke to anyone for eight years- it's going to be a long recovery.
Before answering, he stops before one of the boxes and leans down to take in the pleasant scent it's giving off. Pumpkin spice. Something he'd smell occasionally in Gunga Diner. If they take one the boxes down to the kitchen, he might be able to squirrel some away for himself. But he'll have a look at the others first.]
Earth. New York. What remains of it.
[Not much left now.
He stands and gestures to a different box, which doesn't smell of anything. The top has 'torture room' slashed across it, which seems worth looking into considering he's been closed in there before.]
no subject
Before answering, he stops before one of the boxes and leans down to take in the pleasant scent it's giving off. Pumpkin spice. Something he'd smell occasionally in Gunga Diner. If they take one the boxes down to the kitchen, he might be able to squirrel some away for himself. But he'll have a look at the others first.]
Earth. New York. What remains of it.
[Not much left now.
He stands and gestures to a different box, which doesn't smell of anything. The top has 'torture room' slashed across it, which seems worth looking into considering he's been closed in there before.]
You?