Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

Although the feeling of wrongness had gone away during the hunt, it came back full-force when all three parties were back in eyesight of each other. The male left Noma to her meal, but remained nearby, trying to pinpoint the feeling of off that wouldn't be shaken or explained away. His eyes slid around the area, skipping over Noma's painfully thin form and lingering near War, who seemed surlier than ever.

"Ain't nothin'," Murdock replied automatically, waving away War's words of thanks. His mind was elsewhere, and so, he didn't notice the concentrated animosity until War gave voice to it. Murdock realized all over again that he wasn't welcome, and that things around here most certainly weren't right. "'Course. Have a good one," he said to the male, turning to take his leave. "Ma'am," he added toward Noma, trotting off toward where he thought he might find Stephie. A little normality might help shake the cold fist of anxiety from around his lungs.