<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Feeling slightly endangered, thanks Morgan...</div><br/>“Good morning Aline, Ingrid.”  Bastiaan said in his normal calm accented tones.  He took a cup of coffee from the counter, blowing gently across he ebony surface of the steaming liquid, he sipped slightly and made a contented sigh as the nipping cold air of the outside was beaten back by the strong ambrosia.  “Thank God for coffee...I don't think I'd ever be able to make it through a day without at least one or two mugs of it.”<br/><br/>Looking to Ingrid, “Just the usual.  Speaking with my insurance adjusters, trying to get the mess of the past sorted as best as possible, moving forward with life.  Luckily most of what I lost was easily replaced.”  Bastiaan grinned slightly, knowing that he had gotten the one thing that couldn't have been replaced out with him.<br/><br/>“What about yourself?  Did you do anything for you over the<em>break</em>?” he asked attempting his own brand of being friendly and responsive to others.  His eyes drifted around the gathered people again, watching, and feeling, the mood of the group.  Something that the Dutchman was always terrible at was understanding other's moods.  He never liked dealing with them, instead keeping things as professional as possible, less complicated.