Meat Shield looked down at the floor as Darkcloud invited herself into the room. Whatever he had done, it was bad. He almost didn't want to think about what he could have done that was so wrong, but he was about to find that out soon enough. He mulled over what he could have done wrong, but nothing big really pulled on his mind. The last mission went pretty smoothly, so that was far from a possibility....<span style="font-style: italic">"Ah damnit. Was I sleep talking again? Fuckin' figures..."</span>He thought to himself. He had a tendency of talking while he napped, and every now and then he would say something funny. Had he crossed a line this time?<br/><br/>He looked up for a moment to see the stern look on Darkcloud's face. "I'm guessing you would like to know what happened.." He saw a touch of something else on her face, but he couldn't really describe it. He simply lowered his head again, making a slow nod. "Lay it on me... How bad was it?"