Shortly after separating with Ben, Damian found himself traveling down a long but rather wide hallway for once, for which he noted out loud to himself: "Good. About time the corridor wasn't long and narrow. I've grown tired of being forced into claustrophobia." he snorts, smoke still puffing away from his cigar as he continued his way down the hall. There were many rooms, none really worth noting with the exception of what looked like a 1st floor staff room, a bathroom, a utilities closet, an Academic Adviser's office, and a small cafeteria.
He walked past a Secret Service agent, who upon seeing Damian smoking, thought it was safe for themselves to light up. He struggled with the lighter for a moment, only for Damian to pause and pull out his own and lit it for him. The agent puffed twice and nodded to the other man. "Thanks man." he says blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Didn't think we could since this is a school and all."
Damian shrugged. "We're not." he then started to walk away, pausing to then hook a thumb back at Officer McGee who was the security guard whom he had just harassed not too long ago. "But when you've got security guards with the personality of a wet towel and the experience of a mall cop guarding the front door, then what is the worst thing that they can do?" he then shrugged his shoulders to the agent, bring his arms up in a 'what can ya do' look adding a grunted "Hm", before walking away. He continued down further and stood in front of the Cafeteria first. He was wondering if this room was still being used as such, and decided to enter.
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