09-21-2015, 11:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-21-2015, 11:36 PM by Malcontent.)
Malcolm wanders in looking disheveled, he'd hardly slept at all last night after the attack. Finding a stool by the counter he sits down and lays his head on his arms, looking up only briefly to mumble "Good morning" to Jack and Porsche.