Ajax listened to Jillian and the new guy, a Nos if he'd ever seen or smelt one, talk. He watched the room, saw the group form around the Keeper. Most of the urge he had to be social had pretty much vanished when the beautiful Kat had run to Jacob and hugged, or embraced, him like a long lost lover. In truth he wasn't really looking at much of anything. That voice in the back of his head was laughing at him now, lugs like him didn't get girls like that and he shouldn't even bothered thinking the thought in the first place. All Big Evil really wanted to do right now was find someone really, really drunk, grab a bite and then listen to the Cure. Robert Smith always understood him.