[h3]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic[/h3]
Draco's words seemed to cause Victor to freeze in place, his previously rapidly shifting eyes instantly homing in and locking on the huntsman's form. His expression was strained but unchanging, though a quite visible reaction still managed to occur when it turned out that Draco's alteration of Victor's plan was a thinly veiled admonition against him speaking so casually of Adelicia being a Blood Saint. For just a second after this his eyes adapted an inhuman quality, only for Victor to tear his gaze from Draco and turn away, walking over to near where the Pthumerian had fallen.
“Like it matters,” he scoffed, moving to an overturned and mostly destroyed glass cabinet on the floor. “Anyone tempted to get near her would have to go through me first. Besides...” He looked back over the others assembled in the room. “It's a Night of the Hunt. Anyone still in the streets is assuredly already an enemy or an ally; the presence of a saint isn't going to change that. But whatever makes you feel better, I guess.”
With that Victor crouched down and started rummaging through the debris, shoving aside broken wood and glass in search of anything that might still be intact.

Torquil simply stood in place through most of this, even more reluctant to speak up now that there were new people around – one of which was a young, attractive girl – and demonstrate his broken speech. He clearly listened to what was being said, looking at each person as they spoke, but even then his attention still seemed to be continuously drawn back to the strange lantern that held the pride in place of the room. Once things seemed to calm down a little and the dangerous new character, Victor, seemed otherwise occupied, Torquil quickly approached the lantern to take a closer look.
Immediately upon approaching the Messengers crowded below the lantern seemed to react, bursting into a flurry of activity as they all seemed to reach up toward the lantern, waving their arms wildly in its direction. It took Torquil a moment to realize that the little ones were not just waving, but were doing something with their hands as they did so... like snapping their fingers?
Hesitantly the newly transformed Hunter reached his left hand toward the lantern and, copying the gesture made by the Messengers, snapped his fingers. Upon doing this the lantern was instantly filled with pale blue light.
Torquil chuckled, strangely amused by this, and now seemed completely transfixed by the lantern.