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Theo sat down and sighed, deflated by Callen's response. "Well... thank you, still, then. Uh... yeah." Mamma lives in a house full of guns with a bunch of super-superstitious men... They'll be fine, I'm sure. He got more food and continued eating, gaining an appetite but losing it every time he picked up his fork. There was so much suddenly going on...
There was a crazy girl who acted like she was his older sister, a maimed girl who hated him for his (he guessed?) dickish compliment, which was actually an insult in girl-talk, a Russian that seemed rather eager to see him physically hurt, another older, larger man that he knew little about, a giant force of evildoers ready to kill him, a very pissed off quasi-god with the power to cheat death at-will, and an airplane ride waiting for him to send him to somewhere he'd never been before to face the majority of his aforementioned fears. The food was great, but his stomach was churning like a washing machine.

Viktor sat more stoically. "Thank you," he mumbled, the fire in him dying as he knew he would have to wait to speak to his sister. I have not heard her voice in so long... He picked at his food, only eating every three or four stabs he took at his meal. "Still, though, to pass the time, are cards not a good idea?"