If Lindsey ever felt bad about the role he had played in the near eternal midnight and the constant rain that had poured down on Los Angeles in the last half of that situation, he didn't show it as he reached gratefully for the bottle. He'd never really taken vitamins but even the mere suggestion that it might help made him willing to try. After he had shaken a few caplets into his palm, he handed the bottle back.
Tossing in the pills, he took another long swig of the coffee and closed his eyes, focusing on a point to will the sharp stab of moving his head too quickly to ease. In his trek to Nepal, the monks he'd studied with for a few months had attempted to teach Lindsey how to find a center and meditate on it. It had been a tall order, considering Lindsey's mind was so active that even sleep was a problem. He'd never gotten the hang of it and learning telekinesis and transmutation without that center had been a challenge.
Good thing he liked challenges.
He set the cup down on the tray she unfolded, opening his eyes to glance around. "A military unit would be more useful in this town, unless you happen to be a pampered movie star. No sense in putting military capabilities in hands like those." His only contact with the Hollywood infamous came from those who were represented by his firm. And after almost every meeting, Lindsey had thanked someone that he'd never gone into the entertainment business.
"I'm sorry to hear that." And in a way, he was. Had she found a way out, the possiblity would have been a certainty and people could have been sent home. Not that he was in the mood to play hero, but the influx of people arriving and getting involved was starting to wear thin on his nerves. The paperwork piled up, needing to find information on this person or that, court the ones that the firm saw as viable allies, lead the war against evil. As if he embodied evil itself.
"Yeah," he admitted, seeing no harm in it after the fact of the situation, "but it's useless now." With Angel in dust, the Orb of Thessulah (now being used as a mystical paperweight) wasn't the only thing that was useless. "Seems to be a common occurance with the constant new arrivals and changing game."