"Really? Another one?" Dylan does not look impressed. Then again, that last one could be him. In fact, with his previous luck? Chances are it would have been him. But it isn't. Slowly, he shakes his head. Slowly, he looks around the place. His gaze falls on Nadia first and he stares just a little too long at her.  

"No surprises there," his words carrying a certain hopeful tone to it that is a bit at odds with the situation. Optimistic is perhaps a better descriptor, yet the worry on the young man's face is certainly hard to miss. He turns to Josephine and a half smile touches his lips. "We had to make the same choice about you," he wryly tells her. "And her we are are. Seems fair with give this next one a chance too," he looks around. Bracing. 

"So yes, after that last one we go."