As everyone around him talked, and talked, and talked a bit more, Danny adopted his I'm-listening-yep-totally-face that had gotten him through most of his education, and sat up straight with a yawn. He turned in his seat, looking for his bag which was on the floor behind him, just maddeningly out of reach.

He gave a small sigh of annoyance and wiggled his fingers in an irritated fashion; and with a quick jolt, the bag's strap popped upwards as if a tiny elf underneath had thrown it upwards straight into his demanding hand. He hefted the bag into the tabletop in front of him and unzipped it, pulling out a delicious, juicy can of cola from the depths.

Casey was right. Caffeine. Caffeine was the true weapon of gods and men. Fear it. Adore it. drink a bunch of it.

As he popped the top and chugged most of it in one, Adam started to talk; and slowly, a little of what the man-with-the-van was saying started to filter through the sludgy exhaustion and to register in Danny's brain. It sounded bonkers. That was cool.

"So like. What you're saying is. Into every generation one of them is born, one rando in all the world, all chosen and... Stuff. They alone have the strength and skill to fight vamps, demons and the general forces of suckness. And she-" he waved his hand vaguely in the direction of the entire macroverse, "was the thingie?"

He grinned, settling back into his seat, fingertips drumming slightly against the fragile shell of the canned drink in his hand. "That's so dumb. I mean, it's super cool, but it's so... Isn't it so 90's? Like Vertigo-comics brooding superhero 90's?"

He paused briefly, tilting his head to the side, staring thoughtfully into nothingness. "It's also quite a bit like Sailor Moon."