[color=gold] "You c..." [/color] 

Scott paused before deciding that maybe, just maybe this was one of those times where he should break his golden rule of reacting to every situation with a joke. It wasn't even really that he found the stories funny, they sure as hell weren't, but it was like an almost instinctive reaction with him. Any situation he didn't really know how to react to tended to be one he made a joke of, although he had to be careful about overstepping some boundaries. 

It took him a few moments more before he could think of anything mildy appropriate to say, which was more than enough time for his train of thought to be interupted by another story. Which all things considered, was probably for the best, Scott after all wasn't someone who was known for being good at comforting people. He always worried over the words, thought about it too much, then fumbled whatever finally came out, so all in all it probably wasn't the worst thing that he never got his chance to speak. 

So it was that he got to listen to another tale of criminal activety, then another. Stories of even more attacks or robberies, all of which filled him with some sort of nagging worry for the state that the city was in. Not that it was a worry that he could vocalise immediately, his parents after all had installed within him enough confidence in the system that it wasn't immediately where his brain jumped to. Yet there still remained some little doubt, worming it's way through the back of his head. 

While he sat there he thought upon his own incident, a few thousand stolen from a bank account of his. It had been rather frustrating at the time, but when it came down to it, it really wasn't something which had effected him in the long term. Something which upon further consideration made him a bit warier to speak of it, for despite the fact that they all knew he was rich ... There was still that worry which he'd pocketed away for many years. That despite the fact they were all friends that he'd say something and it would drive a rift between them. 

[color=gold] "Damn ... any more of you got stories like this?" [/color] 

Surely the state of the city hadn't become that bad that everyone would have been effected by it ... right?