[Stephen doesn't really have anyone close enough to him to be overly worried about them, but it's not something that will stop him from helping the rest of the Fleet or the innocent bystanders in the waystation.
He smirks lightly at her comment:]
You, I believe you can, yes. But I'd rather not be dropped into a crowd of hungry undead because someone's too distracting.
[Yes, it's a compliment done in passing, and Strange's comment earns him a drop in height to the point where the tip of his boots can be touched by the zombies raising their hands. Clearly the Cloak doesn't appreciate being doubted.
Still, once the herd they've been working out is thinned out enough, Stephen drops back on the floor, summoning a sword out of Eldritch magic to finish off the last few ones:]
Busy indeed. But hopefully, this will be contained soon enough?
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He smirks lightly at her comment:]
You, I believe you can, yes. But I'd rather not be dropped into a crowd of hungry undead because someone's too distracting.
[Yes, it's a compliment done in passing, and Strange's comment earns him a drop in height to the point where the tip of his boots can be touched by the zombies raising their hands. Clearly the Cloak doesn't appreciate being doubted.
Still, once the herd they've been working out is thinned out enough, Stephen drops back on the floor, summoning a sword out of Eldritch magic to finish off the last few ones:]
Busy indeed. But hopefully, this will be contained soon enough?