"I don't know, must've been a live wire hanging from the ceiling or something," replied Chad nervously. He held his arm to the light, and pulled back the sleeve. He quickly covered it up.

[i]Were those finger prints? FUCK what was that? Do electrical burns look like fingers?[/i]

"I- I, it was nothing Chel, just drop it man. Come on let's go get something to drink, Lord knows I need one." 

Continuing back to the lobby, Chad's eyes met no one he passed, and he seemed distant to their chatter.