[Well you win some and you lose some--something Clayton can understand, but damn if he doesn't want to accept it. Zelda and Link are clearly unhappy with him and he doesn't like it. There's a quick, apologetic glance passed over his shoulder and the vague hope that once tensions dissipate that they'll understand why he did what he did, and maybe be willing to forgive him.]

[Anyway.] Please--call me Clayton. I ain't on the clock here. [He chuckles nervously and nods the rest of his greeting in lieu of a handshake, since that might be a little too forward. The careful conversation between England and Enoch is not missed. Clayton doesn't quite know why it should be so delicate a subject, but he'll respect it.] Here, ah...have a seat, if you can find one.

[Clayton looks around to gesture at an open wall, only to find that open wall space is in short supply. It is. Very cramped in here. Damn, that confrontation was a good distraction...Clayton's smile falters and his face noticeably pales. Conversation, more distractions, come on, don't think about how stuffy it is in here...]

...Y'all got any food? We were jus' 'bout t' have some supper--we'll share some, if y'all need it.