Vic had managed to escape the incident mostly unharmed, some minor burns on his scales but he had really gotten out easy. The same could not be said for all his things, which was really a bit painful for him. He had the opera mask, an item that he adored beyond words, and other than that... he was just going to have to rebuild. It was still difficult to do, but he could do it. He had Mason to lean on, that would help.
Still, Anole was shaken. He was trying to look at the bright side but that knot was still chewing at the pit of his stomach. He had slipped out of his temporary cell in Red to head to the coffee shop. Even though it was an upper, a cup of java always seemed to settle him. A sign of a true addict, he supposed. Vic had ordered himself a large and settled into a seat by the window, his scales eagerly soaking up the light and heat from the outside. He breathed a slow sigh as he slowly sipped down the hot drink.
He perked up as a flash of pink caught the corner of his eye. He peered over the rim of his cup with a small smile. "Megan?" he called brightly, waving a large green hand to catch her attention. He could use the company, and he was very glad to see she had made it out of the explosion, even if she was a bit banged up from it all.