Mercator stands and leaves his office, he opens his wallet and makes sure there is a couple hundred dollars inside, as per usual. satisfied he decides a pleasant drink at the Inferno would cheer him up, Mr. Smith's plight had brought him down. Even though he was fallen he was not without empathy, but he knew his pace. a business man, cant be treating anyone differently. he steps out into the cool evening and lights a cigarette and looks at the blood moon.

"my my, a new Fallen." says mercator to nobody in particular then he casually takes off down the block teleporting a couple blocks at a time between steps, making the trip to the inferno only take a couple minutes as opposed to the half hour it should have taken. 

when he neared the inferno and was just across the street he noticed that people where running and screaming from the building. he watched for a few moments waiting for the stragglers to get out of the building. he took another drag from the cigarette and drops the butt to the ground. he withdraws another smoke from his suit jacket and lights it, once smoldering he teleports across the street and pushes open the door. the sound of combat washes over him, he takes a look around and finds a quiet corner away from the fighting and with a good view, he sits down and enjoys the show, casually chain smoking.