Edward burst through the door of the coffee shop late, as per usual, and directly into a fight. Several demons, and the rest of the S.I.N. crew. Great. He unsheathed his dagger and held in his left hand while he kept the pistol in his right. The demons had yet to see him, and he wanted to keep it that way. Ed looked towards Max and mouthed [i]Orders?[/i] Max would probably have him either use his advantage and get some silver down range, or hang back until the end of the fight so he could heal anybody who needed it. That was his thought, but he wasn't the leader. He'd trust Max, he always had. He'd come to the coffee shop expecting a reprimanding, but he might just get himself a commendation. [i]Well, would you look at that.[/i] He thought. [i]Being late has its perks.[/i]