"Heh, /I've kind of been doing clean up myself,/" sure, he couldn't get himself clean sheets or towels and shit but he could take a raggedy t-shirt to a table and make it look like it was clean at least. "/Sure you've got more important people to slave over than me. Like that Kazarian idiot. Or Muse./" Muse was kind of hot so he didn't insult her. Kaz? He'd been in a hair band (as far as Nik could tell, having never listened to his music) and thus, he was an idiot.
Another dumping of glass into the little waste bin, "/Slav and Gor got out of it pretty much unscathed. Ios has or... had hypothermia. I don't know how that works./" Nik glanced over at Miguel. He seemed to be alright too and he kind of wondered where the staff member had been when the storm hit its peak. So... He asked, "/How'd you get out of this without a sling or something?/"