The atmosphere was tense. January's threats didn't seem to land as effectively as he'd wanted them to. Slowly, his hand began to move from pommel to handle as he readied himself to draw steel and fight. Before he could though, Corbett called the group's attention to other things. By the time they started moving to leave, January was already closing and locking his apartment door. He'd dealt with enough nonsense for the time being. Now he just wanted to go back into his apartment and sulk about his dead friend some more. And that is exactly what he did. After lying on his sofa for a bit though, January became curious about the key he now had in his pocket. Pulling it out into the open, January got himself a better look at the thing.