"You have me beat. Cleo was pretty normal, from what I could tell. She's Australian, but that's about the weirdest thing about her, so considering that's not that weird, you definitely win," Derek replies with a small smile. While she finishes changing, Derek leans to peek out of the hallway, more relieved than he'd like to admit to see his claw marks still on the wall leading back toward the rooms he's been sharing with Cleo, her friend, and the Hargreeves brothers.

His eyebrows lift a bit with interest. "Do you prefer Katherine or Kate?" he asks. A part of him is really hoping that it's the former rather than the latter, because he could really do without another Kate in his life any time soon, but then again, there is always the potential of sort of overwriting the bad memories with...less bad ones, he supposes, considering the circumstances of their meeting.

"Yeah, I got that, too. That was pretty much it. And the remnants of some of the other humans that have been walking around in this hallway the past couple of days," Derek agreed. "But I kept feeling like I was hearing someone whispering. Were you getting that, too?"