[ He was so keyed up, so angry, that he hadn't even noticed the looming presence behind him. Silco doesn't have the sense for the fight like Vander had, he doesn't have the finely tuned senses that the other man had always had. At one point, they had been better, but Silco was thinner, and weaker. Less focused on physical fighting, and more a man who was better suited behind a desk.

Unfortunately, Vander also knew the way to get Silco to do anything.

He knew what he was doing.

He very nearly jumped slightly, his shoulders rising at the voice of the other dead man, and he turned his head up to look at him. Look, Silco is short, but he's not that short. He looks diminutive next to the larger man. Small, lean, and hateful. ]

You're not taking Anything of mine. Give me that!

[ He snaps, and his fingers whip out to take the egg. They wrap around the thing, but he doesn't do much else with it.

Tatianna really is just standing there like 🧍‍♂️

Silco tries to step out from near Vander, the wound in his stomach aches from being near the man again. ]

And look, you've even taken care of your high. [ He leaned to the woman, and told her: ] He's been on drugs, you know. Likely not the best caretaker.