Banging from across the wretched apartment woke Galen up. Being the good soldier that he was - no yawning, no stretching. He just moaned sleepily once, he slipped out of the sleeping back and rubbed his eyes. He recognized Daeroth's voice and unintentionally smiled to himself at the 'living' joke. Living, heh. He shoved his hand into the bag next to his living room campsite and he pulled out his last clean suit - dark gray, with an olive shirt. He changed his socks and put his feet into the simple black leather shoes. His footsteps echoed off the walls of the miserable apartment as he made his way towards Daeroth.<br/><br/>"Dae" he nodded before spotting the newcomers. "Lucian, Damian! You here to join our little group?" he said quietly, looking at the serene Damian. He was glad to see familiar and more friendly faces. He extended his arm to offer Lucian a handshake, glancing at the fellow Connor's blue eyes. He was very glad he had Connors on board. He was getting weary of Ana's demanding presence and Daeroth's powerful and unnerving presence.<br/><br/>"Where is Ana?" he inquired politely, before remembering she said something about checking out the hotel for sale. He shrugged. She had his number and he had no illusions - if she wanted him for something, she would let him know no matter the time of day or the things he'd be doing. He needed coffee and to make a phone call. The phone call. While he waited with his arm extended towards Lucian, he was thinking about Blaire.