"Rats? Rats. Honestly. Rats," Trevelyan mused aloud. He hadn't seen any real monsters yet, which half disappointed him. Maybe he'd find something nice and gruesome tonight. Like that thing with the metal thing on its head, that seemed like nightmare fuel. Anything to prod him into action.

He sighed at Armand's comment and rubbed soap on his arms. "Me, too..." Though he was frustrated more with himself than anything else.