"Losing a fight is never easy, but it's what you do after that matters," he agreed, sipping on the double-double contemplatively. Plenty had died, but this was a fight that was global in scope. Everywhere there were Lost, this shadow war continued. She was right that there was another town to help. This time, it would be different. Anger simmered at the thought of the loss, his competitive streak burning with desire for a rematch on better terms.
Distraction came in the form of the second question.
"Tough to say. All I've really had the chance to do is meet our clubmates. Perhaps we ought to change that, get out and see other shit... you?"
Speaking of which, we may want to put this in continuity because we're in multiple scenes together. Might make sense for this meeting thread to occur before the Summer Muster and the Fall thread...