Well, that certainly explained the question about the teeth. Dear Lord. "How much space can he hold? As much as it looks, or is he some kind of bag of holding in there?"

Misha sure wasn't going to call the question out. Ignoring how strange it was to have a face twin who wasn't another version of Misha Louise Hunt, this was her face-twin, and Misha was 22. Claudia had to be around the same age, right? Right. Moving to the drawers, she began to look for something she could use to open the bottles. It looked like the place was furnished with everything else, thus there had to be something usable to be found.

With a glance over her shoulder, Misha asked, "If we need to find you, how do we find him?"