There he'd been in a wonderful mood and then some idiots had to go and start a riot. A perfect example of how people, left to their own devices, tended to follow whatever moronic impulses were suggested to them without a second thought. Particularly if they were in large groups.

It was possible that they could use the riot to their advantage, but he certainly couldn't transform in such a public space, and without ghost powers neither of them stood a chance against the small army of nurses and orderlies running into the room bearing needles. Judging from the way those injected behaved afterward, they were being sedated, and Vlad had no intention of spending part of the day drooling on himself in drugged oblivion.

Other people were screaming, telling everyone to join in, one girl was singing something... It was loud enough to be offensive on that front alone. His posture slumped a bit as he scowled around him at the crowd. "I don't suppose you've seen this happen before," he asked Daniel half-rhetorically, considering that the boy's gawking 'whoa' had already answered that question.