"Don't worry about it," Stephen snarled shortly. "We're just leaving." As he re-navigated the traps outside the house, he reclaimed his weaponry, not so much as glancing back at Joe or to see if anyone else was following. He took a moment to dig through his pack and grab a bottle of scotch. Popping off the lid, he raised the bottle to his lips and drank deeply. He only stopped when it was nearly a third empty to take a breath, before repeating the process once more.