"Anything interesting out there?" He started pulling open drawers, grimacing when he realized that he was most definitely looking in one of hers, and then reoriented himself to the other dresser. "In here, we've got clothes that I assume are yours."

Another drawer.

"And mine." A pause as his eye caught on a small metal cube, large enough to sit comfortably in the palm of his hand. Huh.

He grabbed a clean shirt and pulled it on. He'd worry about the rest in a minute.

"So either we've been here for some time and this memory trouble is new, or this room was waiting for us." Another look at the wolf. "He seems comfortable enough. With the room and with us."