Now Irahl feels like he can go take a seat on the couch. It has become the part of the space with the least people around it, and something has settled with Robin having been put in his place (and almost through a wall). Though, to that point, he does give the ceiling one more glance to make sure that the cracks haven't grown since Vincent punched a man into something that may have been load-bearing.

Since it looks like they really are all going to stick around here for a few hours and Vincent is putting that part of their plan into motion by digging around for food, Irahl can at least pretend to relax. He finally slings his rifle off and props it against the nearest wall, shucks off his cloak onto the back of the couch, and drops the shoulder bag of other gear. Coat, armor, and the rest of his weapons stay on for now.

Then, he finally takes a seat, and immediately makes a mental note to congratulate his friend on his very good couch as soon as they're not all trying to figure out his fate.