Scourge stayed seated next to Piper, slipping one hand around to rest on his wingmate's hip. He was completely fine with just sitting on the bathroom floor for the rest of the night. As opposed to walking around, of course, if someone had a different place to sit that wasn't made of hard tile and smelling like purge he'd be all for it.

"You guys heard Landel, right? It sounds like he's keeping a pretty close eye on our communications. If we're going to make plans, we better do it while he and his cronies can't find us." He smirked, holding up his free hand and rubbing his fingers together in a shifty, roguish fashion. "And I know where chemical storage is, if we're going to be bombing anything."

Damn, Landel would be reading their plans on that too. "We should probably work out some kind of code to get stuff in under the radar, too. There's a few people here who know 'con script, but I'm guessing you two aren't amoung them."