He caught the rag and dipped it into the bucket before wringing it out, leaving it just moist before he started getting the blood off of his hands and arms. He looked up at the man, raising an eyebrow at him when he mentioned the war.<br/><br/>"Yeah, it was the war. If you know about it, you must be an angel, right? Anyway, I was attacked by a lurker, but I took care of him. They're getting a lot bolder now, aren't they?"<br/><br/>He sighed, starting to get the blood off of his face, wetting the rag again. He'd have to finish cleaning himself off completely at home. He hadn't expected to be covered in blood when he went in there, he'd never been in that part before. Maybe it was the same part, the place changed all the time, so it might've just been different this time.<br/><br/>There was still something different about the guy in front of him that he couldn't figure out. He didn't think he was a threat, but he just didn't feel right. He supposed he'd find out in due time though.