There is a brief moment where Sweeney contemplates his situation. Their situation. But it is fleeting, and he shrugs, looking around the creepy grounds off the hotel that were allegedly significantly less creepy not too long ago. If he'd had a coin for every strange and or unfair thing that happened to him he'd have a lot, and he does, but for unrelated reasons. His mind wants to wander off, which it tends to do, but he reels it back in with a shake of his head.
"I was on a road trip with a corpse, tried to topple a fucking god that is set to go to war with other gods, I crashed an Easter party full of Jesuses and tried to bargain with fucking loas, all in one month. This is just another shitty situation in a long, long, long list."
Some strange little part of him is not too upset at being not dead, although he made peace with it. He thinks. Something moving catches his attention, but it is gone before he can figure out what it is, but it unnerves him. Jutting his chin towards the buildings he lifts the strange mallet and rests it on his shoulder.
"Have there been weird things out there before? I might be biased, but this looks like a place were people get killed."