Now that Percy seemed to be well in hand, MacCready got up and slung his rifle back over his shoulder again, adjusting it comfortably. "There was a compulsion going around. Dicks and tits everywhere," he said dryly, trying to give Vax an out if he didn't want to discuss things.

He clasped a hand on Vax's shoulder as he passed, leaning in to say, "He hasn't checked in yet. I'm in 137 if you need anything." With that, he squeezed the half-elf's shoulder and went to go hang out in front of his door and smoke. The rain would be good enough to cover whatever emotion he was absolutely not feeling.