Hansel & Gretel; library
When everyone started with the crazy 'lets go into the place where all the demons and nasty spirits came from and leave our bodies vacant of souls' talk, Hansel wanted to headbutt the desk. Seriously? He'd been told, numerous times, that he was a reckless idiot that threw himself into near-death situations -most of the time it was Gretel telling him these things too. But even he had the common sense to not willingly go into a plane of existence where body snatching -on a very literal level- was entirely probable.
He had no clue how these people had made it this far threw life.
He also had no clue why there were a couple of people here and a few at the station and did anyone here know anything about that bullshit 'safety in numbers' thing? Making a more defensible position would've been common sense, rather than having vacant bodies littered all over the place like a fucking treasure hunt for possessing spirits.
Hansel just perched against the table, already having been warned that shooting things would be a bad idea since there were all these poor idiotic empty vessels lying around. "These people realise that they're fucking stupid, right?" At the very least, his irritation with these people was enough to stave off the embittered depression that had settled in him for most of the week.