Roger was far from a good mood. With Mark not knowing who the fuck he was and some yuppie doctor, Roger felt like he wanted to scream. Like fuck was he telling his roommate that he was HIV positive. Somehow, he doubted this version would react too well. Maybe it was paranoia. Fuck, he was a doctor, he should be able to handle it. But as Roger had some fucked up need to keep the scrawny man safe, it was better he do so by keeping an eye on him. Mark had enough issues keeping himself safe and he knew the streets. And he knew Lawrence. This Mark though? Not so much. So fuck it all if Roger had to baby sit a grown man who seriously was pissing him off.
Then there were the random shootings going on and oh yeah, Ruby missing again. For once, Roger was trying that optimistic thing Life Support was all about. She probably was switched with someone. Okay, that could actually be really fucking bad depending on what decision was changed for her and where she ended up... but still, it was better than her being captured by more fucking hunters. Oh, Roger would go in again, no doubt. But given he had missed his shot to the shoulder of the one hunter and killed him? It left the musician uneasy. Everything else of that he was pretty much over. He got his ass handed to him, whatever. At least he made sure no one got in contact with his open wound so they weren't at risk. But taking a life? That was different. But he didn't talk about it. It did fuel his music, though. He'd been working on a song when his guitar string broke and a string of curses were let out under Roger's breath. Well fuck. He had to go out now to the music store. Fucking great.
Grumbling in annoyance, Roger grabbed his wallet and counted his money. Okay, he had enough from his street playing to get a new pick as well as some strings. And then it would be back to the streets for more money but whatever. Mark had been on his case about getting out anyway and he was sure Freddie would be as well if he weren't busy with Florence. Still fucked up, that one was. But whatever. Seemed the Commie didn't care anyway.
Leaving the complex, Roger blinked when he noticed the woman who showed up. That... did not add up. Why the fuck was there a fucking nun here? Really? Is this some kind of fucked up joke? Because dude. Battle of Heaven and Hell and a nun shows up..... At the same time, her get up didn't look exactly right. Something was off.
"Hey, are you lost?" He couldn't explain it, but there was something about her, a tugging at his memory of his sister. Someone who needed looking after lest the world eat them alive. Well fuck. That was not what he wanted to deal with.