he was quite obviously panicked and disoriented, one moment he was waking up and having his morning coffee, the next thing he knew he was here, in the dead of night, covered in someone else's blood- he took a moment to calm himself, taking a few deep breaths, steadying himself somewhat alright, its- its fine... i just gotta get home... wherever that is... he looked around for any indicator where he is uhm.. Gallagher street, ok... at least the fucker picks the opposite side of town i guess... hmm... as he scanned the surroundings further his eyes landed on the 'artpiece' and he couldn't help but nearly expel whatever contents were in his stomach oh good god... he gagged a few more times before forcing himself to look away great... not gonna be able to unsee that.. he thought to himself as he tried to venture away from this place before anyone found them, and maybe find a public bathroom to wash up at...