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Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,

Clever. Tricky and clever. Once the guards had left Aiden let his scowl return in full-force, though slightly tempered by the fact that they probably did have the keys, which meant all his earlier sarcasm and pessimism had been wasted on nobody but himself. He folded his arms across his chest and rejoined the small group as they planned their last escape.

So he could get out and make a distraction? Unseen, too? This would be something.

"The faster the better," he said, and was them handed Lone's coat, which he nearly dropped before getting a good grip on it. Oh, well ... all right, then. Aiden was ready to say more when something strange happened to Lone's face, and he clamped his teeth together again. That wasn't right. At all. And at the same time it was unbelievably interesting, or maybe that was just Van Helsing practically taking notes on his brain. He moved his gaze back to Archer. "Whatever you're doing, do it."