Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Aiden paused over his drink, giving Joanie a sideways look. I'm sorry? Huh. He'd been even more right than initially thought. She sounded fairly sincere, too, so ... well. He went back to his drink and listened to her detail how her night had gone. Quietly, it seemed, which some part of him was grateful for. They hadn't gotten hurt, hadn't gotten in anybody's way, hadn't caused any damage at least as far as he knew. Apparently not everybody was driven by a morally righteous prick who couldn't seem to make up his mind on how to go about things.
But the Wicked Witch of the West was generally an antagonist, anyway. He grinned for a second before taking a long drink and shuddering when he was done. Ugh.
"Who knows. Chances are I'll spend the night running around the building without success and then wind up on the brink of it five seconds before sunrise." He snorted. "Again. Though it does mean you won't have to get any extra supplies made up. I've still got them all left over."