[color=1a7b30]"Think it'd die if we cut out a few of its vitals?"[/color] Asche inquired, not directing the question to anyone in particular. Things were shaping up to be one hell of a first outing for the ex-EDENPOL officer, and he still wasn't sure if he would be able to help deal with this creature properly. [i][color=1a7b30]"Help without fighting. Other ways."[/color][/i] This time he didn't silence his thoughts, they made a good point. The dark-haired contractor focused his gaze on Dempsey.

Asche's black eyes followed the hyperactive redhead as he flitted about the safe house, a stark contrast to his own stoic calm, [color=1a7b30]"Hey, fireball, can you stand still for like ten seconds?"[/color] Though spoken firmly Asche's voice remained monotone, [color=1a7b30]"Fear is good, keeps you sharp. But panic? Panic means haste, haste means mistakes. Mistakes get people killed. So stand still, and learn to keep a level head."[/color] For a few moments the taller man's voice adopted a much softer almost paternal tone. [color=1a7b30]"Doc, with the syringe, you got anything for anxiety? Hydroxyzine maybe? it's a prescription anxiety medication. Used to know a girl who was on it, pretty high strung but mellowed out while she was on the stuff."[/color] his voice softened ever so slightly as he spoke.

[color=1a7b30]Camelia...[/color] the contractor's mind seemed to drift away briefly to an old memory for a few moments, his left hand drifting to a shirt pocket and feeling the small locket within. Asche quickly snapped his focus back to the present, removing his hand from the locket, [color=1a7b30]"Nevermind."[/color] with that, the stoic monotone had returned.