Mithias only glared as he huffed and slowly regained his composure. He was feeling less and less of the affects of the drink, but for the moment, it left him feeling like he could walk through fire. He stood watching Bob as he spoke. "I'll do that." Mithias replied, considering his options. Earlier, the being in the red suit had said some key information, that what Mithias believed to be true had some bearing on reality in this world. The vampire decided to test it. Looking upward toward the proper floor... if anything could be described as proper in this place, Mithias chose an open space to land. With a cautious jump and a flip, he was down off the ceiling and next to the happily drinking orc. Pleased so far, he straightened himself and looked back up to Bob. "Tell me, Bob. Where do you come from?"