Victor as mumbling in his sleep, forehead creased in a frown as he seemed to be arguing with someone.
Jenga was bored, it was the start of the second day they'd been trapped in this pesky bunker. The Bidder had barely been seen, apparently busy with setting things up and gathering intel about the attack. He had been worried for awhile that he might get cut from the crew since it was clearly Victor who had stormed into den. But no one had said anything about it, so here he still was. Laid out in a hammock swinging back and forth aimlessly as he twiddled his thumbs and stared at the ceiling.