Will sipped at his drink quietly, enjoying the brief moment to himself. The cafe was quiet. There were only a handful of other patrons enjoying the food and drink. There had not been much opportunity to sit by himself as he would have liked, but he opted for the quietest looking of the group; a young woman drawing in her sketchbook. At least there was little chance to be bothered with her absorbed in her own work.

He glanced up at the TV, listening to the new prattle on. The main story, though, caught his attention. He sighed. "Vigilantes," he muttered to himself, the tone of disgust clear in his voice. "Such a thankless, pointless profession." He clicked his tongue gently in disapproval. He took another small sip from his coffee before starting to get up to leave. He did not have the luxury for spending too much time just sitting and watching the news.