Atlas stared at the three, his gaze cold and indifferent—almost as if he were looking at mere slabs of meat ready for butchering. If not for the mental name tags he had assigned them, he might have mistaken them for just that… flesh.
"However, it is, indeed, concerning," Atlas finally broke the momentary silence. "What should we do? I don't think we'll be able to sleep with such discomfort."
His brow arched as his gaze landed on the blanket-wrapped figure of Slater. "Aren't you hot?"
"He's hiding something he doesn't want anyone to see," Penny waved dismissively before continuing, "First Brother, you should try an ice bath to cool down your body. Since you don't feel anything except your usual urge for mass destruction, I think that should be enough."
"I prefer hot showers," Atlas replied flatly. "Don't you have an antidote?"
