"Never again..." Lee grumbled early that morning when everyone first began to meet up for breakfast, "That damn vodka killed me and I'm dead. Damn that bottle and damn [b]you[/b] Zimmy for bringing me out here and letting me get shit-faced." In one hand he held a water bottle, which anyone could see he'd already drank the original contents of and refilled with water again at least once judging by the wrinkling of the plastic. In his other hand he held his head, as he leaned forward in his seat and laid the point of his elbow against his leg in order to keep his arm vertical and head stable. He had one hell of a hangover, and he was regretting every moment of it.

[i]"That's a lot more baggage than I expected."[/i]

Those had been his last words yesterday evening, in response to Colette giving him a legitimate answer last night. He now wondered if she had cursed him for it and intensified his hangover. It wouldn't be the first time he'd pissed a girl off that much.

"More eggs. More water." He practically begged as he slowly ate the plate of scrambled eggs that had been offered to him. He didn't remove his head from his hand as he ate and instead just put the bottle down, not daring to risk moving his head too much given his current state. Though that wasn't the only reason why, as he also was doing his best to use a bit of healing magic to try to cure his hangover. In all honesty, experiencing his first painful morning after a night of heavy drinking so many years back was the entire reason for him wanting to pick up healing magic in the first place. He did eventually learn the spell down to a science, and it was what lead him into delving deeper in the craft and start taking tutoring lessons in healing. Though he now wished he'd actually paid more attention back then, as high-tier healing sounded invaluable given the situation he now found himself in. If Galahad's bead barrier hadn't protected him yesterday, he knew he never would've been able to heal himself enough to continue escaping. He just wasn't as good as the true genius medics of WARDEN. Ha, it turned out his laziness throughout the years was already beginning to bite him in the ass...

Nonetheless, some time passed and his spell played out well enough. He could at the very least sit up straight without wanting to desire the sweet embrace of death anymore. It was around then that the rest of the group started showing up as well, all dressed in different attire than they'd been wearing last night. Which made sense, since their outfits had been trashed after the fight/flight with the killer robots. It had been particularly tragic for Lee when he realized his favorite blue jacket had been dirtied and damaged, and he made a personal request to Gideon to bring his jacket back in one piece when he took everyone's clothes to wash them. In the meantime, he was having to wear a spare change of clothes he'd brought with him: some dark jeans, a black V-cut shirt, and a thin gray undershirt. The color palette was a little more morose than what he usually wore, but it would have to do for now.

There was more important business at hand, however. With everyone showing up, it became time to try to come up with a plan of action, but of course everyone seemed to have differing ideas on what to do. Lee actually started to laugh a bit when things took a turn for the dramatic side, unable to help himself at all.

"Sorry, sorry," Lee apologized as he let out another chuckle, "Keep going, but I'm staying out of the planning phase. You know me, I'm not really the kind of guy to be a part of these kinds of talks." A small smile showed on his face, but he didn't look particularly happy. If anything, he looked rather melancholic. "I've gotta say though Daryll, even I felt the venom there. You sure you guys don't have a hate-love thing going on? It sure seems that way at times." Lee of course was actually oblivious to what Daryll's orientation was, and was just joking around for the sake of it. "I guess I shouldn't be one to talk though. Nice choice with the daddy card by the way, that's usually my plan of attack too when it comes to Gal."

He let the discussion continue, but Gideon managed to catch his attention.

"Ouch, yeah, I kind of forgot about politics," Lee grimaced, "Well in that case we're kind of screwed no matter what we do. If we do nothing, we become war criminals, ruin literally everything, and the war probably goes to the extreme and everybody dies. But if we bring Collie here to the capital, we still probably become war criminals and get blamed for what happened and everything still goes to shit. I mean it's not like anyone'll believe us if we tell them about the robot apocalypse, and we don't exactly have proof it even happened. Someone's gotta take the blame for what happened, might as well be us, right? And that's the best case scenario, worst case like Gid said is we get assassinated." He shook his head as he let out a sigh.

"Man we're screwed...but, it's not like we already weren't. Most of us were gonna die in a few weeks anyway, out on the battlefield." Third-Class WARDENS weren't exactly known for having a low mortality rate, after all. And it wasn't too much better for the Second-Class members either. No matter what, they were always going to run into an unhappy end. He really didn't see a way out of this, but the positive side of him was hoping that maybe everything could still turn out ok.

He turned expectantly to Colette after Gideon asked his question. He didn't really think she would just tell them confidential information like that, they were still technically enemies from two different sides of a war after all. But maybe she was desperate enough, or even vengeful enough, to let something like that slide for now.

"Setzer, before I forget," he started to say as an aside, in order to not interrupt Colette, "You look like shit. Also, you look pretty hurt from yesterday." He paused. "Don't worry, that was a joke and you still look pretty. Anyway, I'm not an expert, but I can patch you up and ease the pain a bit if you'd like."