[The entire headquarters looks more... festive than it did the day before. There are poinsettias everywhere, in vases, in garlands, growing everywhere. Bright reds and pinks and whites. It looks like someone decided to get into the Christmas Spirit disgustingly early this year.
The Assassin is in the center of it all, working on making the flowers look just so. Could he have finally snapped from dealing with Vexen's experiments, or could it be because of
the particular mood of the Port today, no one can say from just looking at him.]