Throwing his homeworld belongings to the foot of the unused bed, assuming he'd be occupying that one. The place was alright, could use some touch-ups... They would see soon enough if the roof leaked.

"Zidane Tribal, an entertainer of Tantalus Theater Troupe." That's the cover, anyway. Shrugging his arms as they spoke, considering his options -- a knight, huh? Sounds pretty stuffy. All you can really do at this point is hope he's not another Rusty and wing it! Giving a friendly smile after his thought, you never know who you're going to meet. Even if Zidane was stuck rooming with ten Steiners he'd make it out alive (maybe...)

"Found yourself woken up beside one of these little guys this morning--" motioning down to Marcus, the little moogle friend Zidane had been assigned. "--and now you're the 'Hero of Light'?" Feeling his head twitch into a shake... honestly, could they have picked a better time? Zidane was kinda needed back home at the moment. "Crazy, huh?"