Ken rolled his eyes at all the background talk. Was he really even halfway...remotely considering holing up here again? He left VILE some time ago, and now that he was back, everyone seemed so....green. Well, other than the Contessa, who had less than nothing to do with him, and Kidman, though she was the green one last he remembered.
He'd jockeyed his chair past the safe room and back towards the tech storage room, slamming the door behind him. He chose at the moment to trust his instincts, or, as he'd gotten used to, trusting the OPPOSITE of his instincts.