Victor sat down on the tank tired but otherwise alright, he was gonna feel this in the morning. Amid the storm of press coverage Saber was silent as Price continued to answer with defensive screen responses typical to classified details or things that Interpol or Scotland Yard would be directed to answer.
Speaking only in Brian's comm he answered about where he wanted to go. Part of me wants to go home and sleep but a bigger part of me wants to the pub for some fish and chips with a bottle of Guinness. If you feel like comin' along I'll buy. Vic may have been able to eat the finest and most expensive foods and drink the most extravagant beverages on Earth at every meal but there were times when he just wanted some comfort food and it didn't get any better than eating at a British pub.
Those yanks don't know good food like we do, and don't get me started on Spiderman's homemade tea. Ugh, it tasted like it was brewed in a bloody gym sock!