With a confused look on his face, Septimus wipes the bean juice from his chin and groans. "What the hell's goin' on!? You," He points to Bridget "are crazy. And you," pointing to Dan "are a fucking emotional wreck." He glances furtively at the older guy.
"Hell, I don't even know you but I'd take my chances with you rather than them two..."
"I have to find my Grandfather, so whatever happens...I'm leaving."
Wincing at the pain in his side, he shifts his weight. "When I'm able to...I'm leaving." He mumbles.