Bleep moves to the kitchen; lighting the stove, placing a pan of water on one ring and a flat pan on another. He then heads to the front door opening the latch and allowing it to swing open. "Ah @Jimothy I see you've brought a friend, besides the one in my head that is. Now are you going to come in or stand outside and wait for the storm to roll in?" Turning his back bleep returns to the kitchen, his movement obviously impaired and bruises covering his frame.