[He takes the rebuff well enough. It's not like he's especially trusting or a social butterfly himself. Rune shrugs, all suit yourself, and retracts the offered hand, leaning back into his seat with an air of weariness. He fusses with a hole in the sleeve of his poor jacket and tries not to look too put out by it, but it's easier to fixate on the petty things as the dust settles.]

If I start adding extra tiers for every new mess that pops up, I'm going to run out of letters to title them pretty quickly. The people that've been here longer didn't seem too surprised by how all this went down.

[He'd rather not think about this kind of shit becoming a regular occurrence, but ignoring a problem doesn't make it go away.]