Cole had more than a few moments of indecision. First was the pipe being passed around. On one hand, he was partially intrigued. What happens when a Djinn goes for a walk in their tribe's dreamscape? How would he appear on that side? For that matter, what was Cat like over there? He thought on it a few moments and realized that if anything, she and her kin would likely be more animal than human in such a realm. That would leave Cole to be a... what exactly? No matter what form he took, it would certainly be out of place. Then there was the ethical issue to consider. In her present state she was... *ahem*<i>friendlier </i>than usual. While part of him was fairly content to allow her to continue being this close and this... affectionate... he still had standards. It didn't speak to a lot of respect for someone to enjoy being pawed at and groaned on by a drugged woman. Even if the alternative was her usual snide and disgruntled self, at least that version was honest. Finally there was the tactical aspect, and frankly the one thing he had the least trouble wrapping his head around. If he took the offered pipe, he'd be just as out of it as the rest of them, and that would fly directly in the face of his orders. He was to protect her. She didn't need protection on that side, most of her family was already there, but here in the waking world she was vulnerable in her present state.<br/><br/>He awkwardly, and with a degree of reluctance, unwraped himself from Cat and made sure she was either steadily propped upright on her own, or able to lay down comfortably during her vision. He then stood and glanced around. Cat had said he shouldn't return the hostile glares sent his way, but he felt the matter wasn't exactly in her hands. If they moved on him or her, he would act, simple as that. He could respect their customs and culture and keep out of their affairs for the most part, but that didn't mean he would just expose his throat to them. If they had a pack mentality, if they truly couldn't control themselves because he was an outsider, if they tried to draw blood, he'd make sure they learned a thing or two.<br/><br/>And then there was the Wendigo to consider. He paced around inside the tent, thinking as he walked. The queen would be moved to a secure location, but what if there were those within the organization which knew of that safe house? She'd surely have thought of that, maybe sent decoys or had a secret location that not even he knew about. Her vampire traits would allow her to stay hidden for a very long time, but maybe that was the point? Scatter the gang and then sweep in to claim the territory? Where were the police in all this? Someone had to have told a badge about what was going down at some point. Were they tangled in red tape, or did they have a stake in how this all played out? Cheshire had said the lycans had played a part in the heist somehow, maybe they should be the next stop. His orders were to watch out for Cat, but his original orders still held true: Find out who was behind the heist and why. He was operating at somewhat of a handicap, slowly crawling his way up the ladder, but it was still progress if he could keep getting information. His fist tightened slightly. And if they don't talk, he'd '<i>ask</i>' a littler harder.<br/><br/>He glanced down at Cat and smirked ever so slightly. She was awfully cute like this, but more than that, it would be fairly easy to swipe her keys and take her bike, if only for a little while to go and visit the lycans. He sighed. Still... he had his orders. He supposed he should stay. She could drive safely after all... though after thinking on it, he realized it might be a short while before she was sober enough to keep the bike upright. Hrm... that could be a problem.<br/><br/>He looked down at her dreamlike expression, "Don't take too long, Cat..." He said as much to himself as he couldn't be sure she could even hear him, "There's still things going on up here."