"It doesn't matter," he repeated. It was in his nature to care for every being on this planet. He would always seek redemption in those who were dark and he would always do his best to help the innocent. That was how he worked. Following Bridge into the room, Clark scanned the area, using his vision to take in the better part of their surroundings. Bridge had every right to be wary. The room wasn't clean. At all.
Instead of sitting himself, he merely stood in place near the door, arms folded over his chest as he listened to Bridge speak. "Something is obviously messing with you," he decided. Either that or Bridge was completely insane. "Is it only here? In this hotel?"