Occam didn't seem to have the same qualms about potentially breaking-and-entering as Rexus did, as he took the offered glass of water and stepped into Glory's room with a long, accidentally noisy sip of water. He paused in the center of the room and looked around--it seemed like... an oddly regular bedroom, for all this talk of spirits. He lowered the glass from his lips and squinted, his free hand going into his pants pocket as he strolled around the interior. He paused at the desk--messy things always seemed to hold fewer secrets than clean things, but it was still a start.
He rummaged around for a moment, keeping track of things for the most part, save for a pencil that he plucked from the desk to slide behind his ear (it made him feel more studious and mentally productive, and perhaps he thought it had a nice design on it, and he definitely wasn't some sort of kleptomaniac in the making). He was quiet for a few moments, then realized something, turning towards Rexus with a furrow to his brow. "How... old is Glory?" he asked, glancing over the tests and textbooks. "And how prone is she to traveling around?"
Despite appearances, he had been thinking on all that Rexus had told him. The river they'd met at had seemed utterly normal, but at this rate, Occam supposed they could go back. But if she hadn't used that river to find her weird spirit friend... then where else could she have gone?