"Me? I think it's you, keep trapping me near tables of food. Like you planned it or something." But there's a jaunty tone in his voice, leading them away from the shrimp-tastrophe he's created. That's someone else's problem now, exactly like the kitchen. He still has no idea who cleaned that up - and he's never going to ask and find out because he doesn't care. Not important. Some peon or do gooder or robot took it on themselves to clean up his mess. And if they hadn't? He wouldn't have cared about that either. Life was so much easier when everything became someone else's problem.

"You know... Everyone is here right? Which means there's probably some good shit left undefended." The residential area, generator rooms, the lab. Might be a good time to hit some of those places up, have a look around.

Kabal's been here for almost a year, but there's still plenty of places he hasn't investigated, both due to laziness and because he hasn't had the time. And while his thoughts are going more towards thievery and trashing the place, he gives Len a look making it clear that fucking him into the rubble is also in the cards.

Now that their little blow up has smoothed over, Kabal is back to being in a good mood, albiet far drunker than he'd intended. Fortunately he's pretty good at holding his liquor, years of experience aren't for nothing. But he's gonna be feeling this one in the morning.