Vern did nothing more than cock an eyebrow at the first part of Josh's vaguely threatening statement before following it up with a sarcastic remark.<br/>"See, I've never really expected to have any friends by my side. Given the circumstances of being, well, the amalgamation of oddities and disparaged qualities that make me who I am, I've never been one to win people over to my side," he spat, his words clipped and metaphorical mask firmly in place. He'd said too much in his retort, though he doubted anybody really payed enough attention to his actual words to use it against him.<br/><br/>Making a conscious shift in his mood, he plastered on a smile that didn't quite manage to reach his eyes as he turned to greet Morwenna. He'd never really talked to her before, but it was hard not to notice her given how she stuck out. She reminded him of himself, in a way due to that. It didn't take long for him to suddenly adopt a chilly demeanor when Josh called him Loki's daughter. He pinned Josh with a frigid glare for a moment before suddenly smiling unnervingly. "You know, darling, I might not be one who ends up with a sword in my chest. It'd be a shame if you were to end up with several knives in your back this afternoon when we face off," he said with a voice like ice, cold and unforgiving. "Or perhaps some monkshood might make its way into the afternoon tea," he mused. Josh had clearly overstepped a boundary with him.<br/><br/>Vern's rambling was quickly cut short however by a plate of food and a glass of juice, ruining his hair and makeup. He stood up with a yell of disdain before stopping and taking a deep breath. A placid look fell over his face like the calm before a storm. He turned to Morwenna and bid her goodbye, excusing himself with the need of cleaning himself up. He stalked to the door of the mess hall, turning around before walking out. He surveyed the crowd of campers in front of him, finding the one of Josh's sisters responsible for his current attire of breakfast. Finding her, he waited a moment for her to raise her glass up toward her mouth. He made a rectangle with his thumb and index fingers, then quickly rotated his hands to flip their positions on the rectangle, then repeating the motion with vertical rectangle. He smiled coldly as she spilled her juice all over herself, her vision suddenly flipped upside down and sideways.<br/><br/>As soon as he was out of the mess hall, his mask dropped. Tears rolling down his face, he retreated back toward his cabin at a rapid pace, already scolding himself for his lack of self control.