Vesper looked at the windows covered in... he wasn't sure if that news paper or very thin tattooed skin. He wasn't going to ponder the later option.

"Big storm coming," he noted quietly. He cast his hearing out of the room, through the building, into the neighborhood, and out to it's limits. He heard a lot of things, but no piercing screams, death rattles, or weird chanting.

He shook his head to focus back in the room. "Nothing going on within a couple miles. If you have a better way of tracking, you might want to do it. I'll..." Did he really want to hang around a guy who could toast marshmallows on his head? "... get these people into the hands of the authorities."