While he fondly remembers the dangers of seasoning canisters, it's the second part of that mental image that really makes him smirk. Something about Vincent saying it really gets him.

As they chat, Irahl wanders around and finishes getting ready for bed. Taking off his scarf, stepping over to the kitchenette to rub his face down with water, plugging in his music player to charge--those sorts of things.

"I did break a lot of their stuff... A sandbag turret was one of them."