<span style="font-size: 15px">Desmond was a bit agitated with the fact that he wouldn't have been able to clean up his mess. He had been a little too drunk to notice that the place was packed. Seeing a few of the weapons, he grew wary of just about everything. His gaze traveled around the room, trying to figure everything out with his weakened mind. Eventually, he picked up the pieces of the bottle by hand, tossing them in to the trash. His next clear thought would be to wonder where Iris was. He would have other things to worry about, and he would move to stand by the door, keeping an eye out for anything. </span>