William laughed very slightly - more of a single second of a heh before it faded again. Yes, that was true. People were pretty skilled in the art of stupidity, if it had gone so far as to become an art. He listened and shifted on the floorboards, trying to hear or feel anything out of the ordinary, but it all seemed fairly normal. Nothing exciting here on the first floor. So it was back to the stairwell they went.
"Better chance than otherwise," he agreed, his hands in his pockets (but ready to reach out and snatch up his gun if it was suddenly necessary). "Though I've heard about smart kinds of dangerous guys living here." Vaguely and off-chance, they seemed to appear in mentions on the forums whenever something really bad went down. So far he hadn't had any run-ins, at least as far as he could tell. If his chances were right, though, he'd wind up dealing with one of them sooner rather than later.