Rorschach gave a short nod when he was thanked. For all of the mental armor he wore when facing the often cruel world he lived in, he did have a heart underneath it all. He felt much more deeply than he was ever willing to let on. If he was going to be stuck in this place for a while, it was better to look out for others instead of just himself.

"Haven't checked kitchen yet." It was a rough voice that had the kind of rusty disuse that came from not speaking much and with a deep, growling tone like nails and screws that had been put into a blender. The spots on his mask congregated down on the spot where his mouth is under the mask, staying there as long as he kept talking. He was folding up the other two pieces of clothing he'd found and sticking them in one of the pockets of his trenchcoat.

He made sure not to turn his back on the man as he made his way to the door that would lead to another room. He hadn't lived this long by being stupid and trust wasn't easily earned with him.