Ramon is the first one to speak up, being one of the senior, senior staff. "You want the optimistic version or the not so optimistic one?" He lets his right eye roam tellingly over the frightened faces and various states of disarray that make up the wait staff and bartenders. Mostly scrapes and bruises, but one of them wasn't so lucky. Seth, bleeding badly and propped up against the far wall, his concerned friends watching over him. "None of us are dead."

Lorne's concern swiftly takes over, and just like that, the boss face fades away ever so slightly. Just enough. "Oh, no. Seth, baby doll, what happened to you?"