Anthony – Outside, after the fire. Of all the things to be wearing…<br/><br/>After Anthony had bid the other trio a farewell, he had made his way to his room, having shrugged off catching up with the newly arrived Ingrid. He was still slated as her assistant, so they’d see each other before long anyway. Of course, that was before the smell of smoke and the fire alarm ignited his own senses. Anthony didn’t like the idea of dying just because he didn’t want to compete for someone’s affections  while waffles were served, so the first on the list was ‘don’t die.’<br/><br/>Fortunately enough, the second to-do was “Save laptop”. He was able to disconnect it from a few expendable items and have it bagged inside of 20 seconds. Last, but not least, and certainly in connection with number one was ‘geddafuggout’. The fire escape actually worked as advertised, and everyone was pretty well ordered about the whole situation. It was funny how that kind of thing worked in crisis situations…either everyone completely lost their shit, or there was enough calm to go around.<br/><br/>Finally, he stood there as smoke escaped to the sky, dressed in a green lantern suit and feeling anything but powerful. His laptop bag was slung over his shoulder, and he felt lost. Probably looked lost on top of it. He couldn’t do much but shake his head when a first-responder asked if he needed oxygen. He didn’t need air. He didn’t know exactly what he needed in that situation, but it was certainly not air. “I need a fucking drink” he said with deadpanned finality.<br/>