[It's...probably a little messed up that his response is to laugh. It's not exactly loud, but noticeable. It's not funny. This isn't funny at all and his mind's completely blank, a twisted sense of humor being his only defense. If he appears calm, he'll be calm. He knows. He knows what that's like, people underestimating him and even while he's thinking, his hand slips into the pockets of his jeans and pulls out...well, a pen. It's to keep his hands busy and mind focused, twirling the pen between his fingers.]

Usually I don't even get a warning, so the heads up is really nice. I'll keep that in mind if I ever need to. [It's clear he doesn't think so. Not yet. He's very protective but he's hoping to negotiate with everyone. There's a quick little nod then.]

I'd have to find out more from Hal I guess. Sometimes I think he just likes messing with me. But...yeah. [He tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling.] Considering the fact that everybody's a little unsure without knowing about the whole serial killer thing, I'm not sure how well that would go just yet. But that's why I want to be a go-between. It's kind of what I do at home, too. I don't know how everyone really feels right now. It's been...an off-week for everyone.

[A quiet noise.] I want to do what's best. But I also want to make sure it's the best for all of us, including the dead.