Now that his job was done, Errol was left with nothing to do once more. The mutant stuck his hands in his pants' pockets and directed his gaze at Nathaniel, slightly jerking his head upward in acknowledgement of the lawyer's nod. Then he watched as he approached Clem, Errol opted to back off - while feeling protective of her, he believed it best to give his sister some space to sort her head out. However, Errol had trouble erasing today's events from his mind.

His baby sister had just murdered someone - Errol was privy to violence and death himself but, after wanting to keep her away from a lifestyle like his for so long. Seeing what had transpired... he felt like he needed to talk about it. He was worried how it was affecting her. Morale was shot to shit, Clem's traumatised, Noa's going through her own shit, and Nathaniel... well, Errol'd rather talk to Duncan than Nathaniel.

As if right on time, Errol caught wind of his older brother leaving the area - to look for more things to burn. Or so he says. An inquisitive look formed on his features and he started to follow Duncan. Passing the broken sign that was indicative of the emergency exit, he found himself inside the same safety gallery. Noticing the lights weren't working, Errol worked his magic lowering his shades and shooting a small stream of electricity from his eyes at one of the circuits. The light was dim from the damaged picture light.

Following that, Errol continued after Duncan through the now more illuminated tunnel and made out the figure of his slightly broader sibling. He looked deep in thought, barely reacting to his presence and focused on his brieface. Drawing nearer, Errol could hear Duncan mutter something to himself. It seemed to be related to the contents of his briefcase.

[color=fff200]"Please what be there?"[/color] Errol parroted inquisitively. Standing over to the right side of Duncan, Errol glanced down at him. A moment of silence would pass before the middle-sibling continued [color=fff200]"We need to talk about Clem. She just-- she--"[/color] Errol pinched the bridge of his nose as he struggled to find the words. [color=fff200]"She's not okay. This is fucking with her."[/color] in truth, he didn't know what needed to be discussed or how they could even solve this but she was their sister. That desire to keep her safe and protected was an impossible feeling to shake. There was no way he could fix this, fix Clem's problem, but every cell in his body told him he had to.

Dropping the topic as abruptly as he brought it up, Errol growled in exasperation [color=fff200]"[i]Por el amor de Dios[/i], Duncan! Why the hell were those U-Men fuckers even after you? The hell you do to get on their radar?!"[/color] he exclaimed in an accusatory tone. His frustration from today's events boiling to the surface and coming to a head - he needed someone to blame for all of this, to be mad at. Duncan was always the subject of Errol's ire, it was almost like a reflex to point the finger at the man who's caused so much trouble for him all his life.