Preston couldn't help growing tense when Vanessa entered the room. But the effects of the bomb where fighting hard to calm him down. He couldn't help noticing Nessie's little show of affection to Chase, but the sting didn't last long. It sucked very much for him, but it didn't last, thank God. Still, he avoided making eye contact with her. He was content to sit on the outside, observing as the debauchery as it grew in the room, but his tense nature was still combatting the effects of the bomb. He didn't feel as silly... slap-happy as everyone else. Just... kind of calm with the occasional giggle.