[i]Son of a bitch, luck would fuck me again, wouldn't it?[/i] Crom thought, cursing to himself. He really wasn't looking for a fight. The werewolf had beaten him quite enough already. He watched as Soah bolted up to his feet and took an aggressive stance. Against his better judgement, he decided to try and take the peaceful road. There was the chance the lycan would just pounce on him, but he was willing to do whatever it took to avoid another conflict. He took a long drink from the glass bottle before swallowing and lowering it to his side. His other hand hung loosely at his waist. Because his cloak was back in the room, both hands were clearly visible. Crom made no effort to go for a weapon. Soah spit angrily and chastised him for kicking him out of the group. He knew the decision would come back to bite him in the ass, he just didn't think it'd happen so soon. Crom shook his head at the young man's statement. "No. Actually just was taking a walk." He spoke calmly. The bandage on his shoulder was clearly visible.

"Certainly," Alec replied. He noticed a slight quiver in the young man's voice for just a moment. It wasn't uncommon for people in other countries to be a bit uncertain about him, given his reputation. He wondered just what the young man had heard. The young man looked back to the woman who stood in the hallway. They seemed to both be from the Scouts, if their uniforms were any indication. Alec noted the brief flash of worry on the young man's face. He wondered just what the connection between the two was, but brushed it off for the moment. He had far more pressing matters to attend to. He continued following Milo through the Branch Office and out towards the carriage.