Finishing his sandwich, Alexander went dark, 'Lyndsey? You fucking—,' Alexander composed himself abit, 'So, Silas, I order rest because you said you needed it. And while Mira, Sarah and I get nearly raped and killed by a slime monster: you go get yourself a hammer—you stole yourself a hammer—and fuck the biggest slut in town? Congrats, that's just fucking great! I guess, we'll just leave you to this, since you got it under control, huh. If the three of us had died in that mausoleum, how long would it have taken for you to notice between fucking the locals?' Alexander gave him a genuine look of disgust.
'While I'd love nothing more than to be Thor and swing Mjölnir around, I'm not going to play your stupid games,' Alexander stood up from his bed, 'If you can stomach another delve into the mausoleum have at it. Maybe make this oaf do something useful for once. I'll head to the sawmill and see what I can find, you have command, Sarah.' He nodded to the blonde American.
Alexander went out the room without looking back at a brisque pace, he walked to the sawmill.