"Well I appreciate that," Adam said dryly, rolling his eyes. "And sure, but let's get out of here, first. I have no desire to teach those heathens anything that involves blood. Not that I'm saying this involves blood." He looked around a bit shiftily. Frankly, it was hard to work any kind of voodoo magic without a bit of blood. But since it was a relatively simple ritual, and he wasn't doing it on anyone but himself, it'd be his own. No sacrifices today, thanks. That kind of thing was a little bit too much for Adam, anyway.
Adam flipped his book closed and moved off the bed, tossing it into the bag of junk he'd hauled down from his rooms the night before. He'd packed up neatly and been waiting for rescue since he'd woken up and discovered that he was, more or less, totally fine. "Shall we then?" he said, immediately heading toward the doors, and away from several pairs of staring little eyes.