He realizes it's going to be a lot longer when he's no longer in his room.
"I hate surprises," he sighs, and he opens his eyes to look at his new surroundings. He's still floating, and surprisingly calm.
Mark goes off to sleep in the safe vampire bed. Ugh. At least it's comfortable.
He sleeps for nine hours, then drags himself out of bed to meditate for an hour to fix up the rest of his slightly neglected injury. Because of his lack of attention, it's now a subtle scar instead of smooth skin, but he doesn't particularly mind. It's less noticeable than his others.
He scrounges for food, finds some, turns it into an edible form through the use of a lightsaber because he doesn't know how the fuck any of these fucking appliances work, and then eats it. Once that's done, he recalls that his undead companion requires blood to sustain himself.
Let's go see if the vampire's hungry! He knocks, before entering the room, even though he's fully aware Mark's awake. It's only polite.
"Good morning! I had breakfast, it occurred to me that you also might need some."
"I seem to be all right for now."
Revan seems much more chipper today.
"I think I'm going to loot the place," he says brightly.
"Sounds like fun."
"Oh, loads! Want to help?"
He is systematic and thorough and obviously takes a certain joy in it.
Mark is on hand to consult about the nature and likely usefulness of various objects! He's not an expert in the early twenty-first century, but he's a lot closer to one than Revan.
"You know," observes Revan when they have finished looting the place, "I don't know if I'm disappointed in them or if I just find it all hilarious."
"Eh. I'm charmed by the cats. They're so fluffy," says Mark.
"Pity my hair's not longer, or I might indulge in the hair clips."
Mark giggles. "Some of them are quite nice."
"And there are so many options available!"
"Anyway. Time to find out if I explode in sunlight?"
"Mm. Yeah, if you're up for it. And we should figure it out as safely as possible - maybe try reflections of sunlight or something before moving on to the real thing. No one had a hand mirror, but I could break one of the ones in the bathrooms and use that."
Mark shrugs. "All right."
And then they go to see if Mark will react in any particular way to reflected sunlight.
He giggles and smothers the flames with his other hand. "Ow. Well, that was educational."
"Yeah," agreed Revan, raising his eyebrows. "Well. Not the end of the world, but shit. I was hoping we were just being paranoid and cautious instead of completely on the right track."
"This is going to make travel inconvenient."
"A bit. I mean, I bet there's clothes that could help. But probably best not to chance it. I'm happy to play fetch for things you can't get during the day."