"So....." and even with Glamour's dispensed of and more casual garments adorned, Reed still felt soaked to the bone by slime and the grit of abandoned subway tunnels. He sighed heavily, eyed the group of drooping souls he'd grabbed, not his first, second, or third mental headcount. No, far closer to his seventeenth, because he worried *now*, more-so especially as he realized how close they were to going down --- they certainly deserved medals for this, or maybe brownies? He'd find some new way to thank his small team for their efforts, strong heads and impressive powers as simply basic Senshi, "Who's taking dibs on showers?"

And he must've looked sheepish and chagrinned, standing there amidst his living room, all half bludgeoned and exhausted amongst them.

"I'm also very aware that I -- most likely -- owe some sort of an explanation as to my being there, amidst all that...maybe an apology to for being so..." he wasn't sure if he wanted to say stuck in his own head, or follow up with something more astute, something about reports due and the fact that he had extra Irish spring body wash stashed under his sink, just in case. It hardly mattered when the words failed him as he twisted to meet the girls eyes worriedly. Not only had they managed to overcome a surmountable force, but they'd also run across a fresh new Princess of all things.

Of all the birthrights of bright and spangled beings, a whole entire princess had come up out of that muck. Reed needed a drink -- he needed that drink to be as close to drain-o while still being edible. He was sure there was vodka somewhere, or club soda, or...