Darius/Open.
Darius was a pretty chill guy to be around, generally didn't mind people and could get along with most sorts. Sure, sometimes he came off a little short and other people sure could too but... Amos had really just rubbed him the wrong way from day one. Between all that Faram stuff, and then treating him like he didn't know how to treat trauma cases or do field work on the network, the white mage had come to foster a certain dislike for that man of the cloth specifically. Of course, Darius wasn't about to say anything about it because Ma would undoubtedly throw a fit, but when they'd been forced into conversation for whatever brief period it was before the younger man found a way to disengage was frustrating. He'd been perfectly nice and polite, but was so happy when he managed to get away that it felt like maybe Faram was blessing him. Hilariously, Darius wasn't much of a Faram guy, so that was saying a lot.
Making his way over to the bar, the server was flagged down and a glass of wine was ordered. Everything was crazy lately and the clinics over in the Tenements had been flooded with patients after all of the recent disasters. He was really starting to think that maybe he really did need that vacation Audrey had suggested after all. Though for now, man, this glass of wine had better make his night better.