[ Gregor gets a fistful of the jacket and both of the intruder's hands at his wrist, a reflex more than an actual attempt at getting him off. Still, the guy's grip is tight, strong--maybe not Zwei strong, but fit enough to throw his own punches if and when it comes to that.

Just like the one on its own both his eyes crinkle, a pleased smile clear as day despite the mask. ]

Isn't it such a different experience, walking the halls at night like this? You can actually sit and consider what you're looking at without all the buzz of other people hanging around your senses.

Have you seen anything that's really gotten you thinking in here?