Brad, Lane and Open - Stools
"I guess if they're hungry enough, blood is blood." Brad replied, voice just as hushed. Like Lane, it wasn't a question he really wanted to know the answer to, he preferred his blood where it was, inside his body. He raised his coffee cup up a bit more, in a mock toast. "To not getting hurt, may the injuries heading your way happen to someone else."
Taking another sip of his coffee Brad then smiled. "Are you sure I can't tempt you with a greasy breakfast?"