Frustrated, Joe put his hands on his head and started to walk back and forth. When the lights went out, he couldn't see anything, so he stopped pacing and waited for Salem to say something. When he did, Joe snapped back with, "I can carry Mary, or something! I don't know! We wouldn't even survive the jump, anyway. Why did you buy an apartment on the third floor?"<br/><br/>Joe moved passed Salem and reached for his backpack. He unzipped it and withdrew a small switch knife. He used it specifically for traveling into the undesirable areas in DC, of which there were a lot of. Now, as pitiful as it looked, he hopped that he could use it as some form of defense against whatever kind of advanced darkness this was. "Dude," he muttered, "are we just going to wait here? We should go into the hallway." Either his knife had given him some newfound courage or he was just an idiot. Probably the latter.<br/><br/>Joe, however, did move towards the hallway, looking at the icky blackness spreading across the room. He approached with the knife outstretched, but he seemed tentative. Anyone would be approaching something this unfamiliar and horrifying. "It's totally okay, man, I got a knife. Anything that comes out of there is gonna be sliced six ways to Sunday." There was major doubt in his voice and it would probably take nothing to realize that, while Joe was brave, he was undeniably stupid.