Leaving to search for the crypt just because they wanted to wasn't as easy as they thought it would be, especially after things had scaled faster than expected.
But for Riley, who had weathered his own version of an apocalypse for five long years before being given any sort of useful assistance, he thought it was still manageable.
So for at least three days since his return, Riley operated one hell of a tight ship.
"Maybe next time."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Thank yous" and "no thank yous" kept coming out of his mouth, and maybe he should've considered recording that for the sake of efficiency.
