Mack again, held his hand up to still the man at his side. Bevans, ever the watchful bodyguard was prepared to lash out at the young woman who thought it wise to poke his charge and yell in his face. It was like dealing with an aggressive groupie, only this time they were supposedly demi-gods. The lot of them rambled on, the War Chick goaded on the Emo from the floor who got up and threatened her. Germ kid wanted everyone to keep their voices down and talk like responsible adults and the woman who thought herself a Mother Hen started to lose her cool even further. To the point where Hermes looked…afraid?<br/><br/>All of it was boring and annoying to Mack who was missing a very expensive facial and spa day to hang out with these losers who had nothing to offer him save for a headache.<br/><br/>“YO!” he shouted and added a sharp whistle to help draw attention his way. “Look, whatever the fuck is going on here I really don’t have time for this nonsense. I don’t care about what fly boy is going on about, I don’t care if the ice queen’s feelings are hurt and I don’t care if shouting is offending our wet nurse. What I do care about is a brat poking me in the chest and then my time being wasted…” waiting a moment, Mack took in the room once more.<br/><br/>Though before he could speak Bevans spoke up, “If I may…” Mack nodded and allowed the man to step forth. “I am of the world like you all are…well more like what you are meant to be and what Hermes has told you. There is something evil happening in this world. I was called away the night that Mack was attacked because they know what I am and that worries them I am sure…” the large man took a breath before he continued. “The fighting and name calling, which I know Mack is guilty of but this will get us nowhere and time is of the essence,” now a look back to Hermes. “Continue with the explanation and should another interrupt you I will step in to silence them.”