Here he was, thinking she could handle the truth. A sense of deflation followed that look in her eyes when he'd finished his explanation. Asura was oblivious to the true nature of what went on in this woman's head, but her rising sense of panic kept him from feeling the need to speculate on that. He was poor at hiding his annoyance while his fingers came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. It had very briefly entered his mind to show her things that would make others faint, but not now. Obviously she wasn't equipped to handle it. Which led him to the present moment with a woman pacing around before him rambling off her fearful questions. He set the counting aside for the time being, as she was justified in her growing paranoia to an extent. He also got the idea to use his power on her, to calm her. Yet something told him that might only unsettle her more, and wear him out in the process.<br/><br/>"<b>I've been keeping an eye on all the survivors, not just you,</b>" his voice remained calm, even in the face of Charlotte's fearful torrent of questions. "<b>The only reason I am <i>still</i> following you specifically up to this point is because you've been poking around. So yes, I have been keeping them off of you. But it's your own actions that are putting you at risk.</b>" Asura tried to hide it, but it was hard to miss the hint of accusation that lingered in his tone. In a way, she was the reason he still barely had answers to everything going on. It was hard investigating something when he had to watch over her nearly twenty-four-seven. "<b>Whatever your coworker found, they effectively erased the traces before I could find anything out. I don't even know who the person was who found anything out, and still, all of this is based very loosely on what little information I could scrounge up whole struggling to make sure everyone else was safe.</b>" Now the accusation was less held back. Asura realized he was getting worked up and took a deep breath to compose himself. The alcohol hit him like a freight train right about then, and he realized his error in drinking so fast.<br/><br/>His hand moved to his forehead with a grimace crossing his face. "<b>Fuck, this is why I don't drink...</b>" He stood up and nearly fell right to the floor, only barely managing to steady himself by leaning against the arm of the couch. For a man his size, he hardly drank enough to get a little buzzed, but Asura was reminded he wasn't ordinary. "<b>Rezsttroonm?</b>" Even saying the one word it came out slurred, he shook his head. "<b>I jussst need a m-moment to get it out ovvv my syztemn.</b>" By now he was completely red in the face and the room was spinning like crazy. He remembered his first time drinking; he thought he'd been drugged by how fast he'd reacted. He ended up passing out on the floor that first time, and it wasn't until much later that he learned how to deal with it. Still, because of this he typically avoided the beverages. It was hard to enjoy a light buzz when a glass of cheap wine could put you in the floor.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="91" data-username="@Wren" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/91/">@Wren</a>