Drake had heard the knock at the door, but he wasn’t concerned with it or the unfamiliar aura behind it. Besides, someone else was already addressing the situation. No, his attention was focused on the girl in front of him. "Brash" had been a mildly offending choice of words, but he would not comment any further on it. His eyes had narrowed, not in anger, but in cold distaste to the response he’d been given. It wasn’t hard to figure out there was something negative going on, a topic that was hard for people to talk about. He wanted to give her the time of day to explain what was happening, but the distressed aura upstairs screamed at him and he couldn’t simply dismiss it or delay it any longer.

He took a deep breath and exhaled before speaking in a calm, firm voice.
[color=#A2A2A2]”Mina,”[/color] he started, pausing to choose his next words carefully, [color=#A2A2A2]“I don’t know what happened while I was out, but the person upstairs is a very good friend of mine and he’s not having a good time from what I can tell. What you’re telling me is only confirming that further. So here’s the deal. I’m gonna go up there and I’m going to assess the situation and see if I can help. Once I do that, then you can clue me in to what the hell is going on.”[/color]

[color=#A2A2A2]”I know I’ve been out for a while, so I would hope there’s a damn good explanation for whatever went down. That said, I want to go check on my friend, if that's alright. Not stand around here wasting any more time. So, please... I could use your assistance.”[/color]

Drake was as stubborn as always, and as such, it was clear he wasn’t going to change his mind any time soon. If Mina didn’t help him navigate his way upstairs, he would simply find the attic himself.