Spain 7
[Spain is covered in Topher's blood, sticky and red and--ugh. He inhales deeply, pinching his forehead, trying everything he can to keep calm. He slowly, mechanically, goes through the kitchen to find a bag, something--something to put his friend's body parts in...]
I wonder if this place targets people...even at random? [he mutters, soft, then puts his head up, thinking.]
Can someone help me perhaps...? Maybe we can talk over a plan to get out of this place...
[Topher's death has, if nothing else, steeled the Spaniard. He didn't die this round; maybe that was his chance to keep moving. Keep moving forward. He had a good strong pair of legs, maybe it was time to get up and use them. It's what Romano would have wanted, he thinks. What kind of boss would he be if he just collapsed?]