Roger blinked in the night lights of Troas. The hyper-focused clarity he had enjoyed back before and during the battle had faded and left him  with a killer headache for his troubles. Or maybe that was from crashing into that tentacle monster full throttle. Or maybe he was dehydrated. Or the after effects of the mental strain combat brought. Who knew? And really, who gave a shit.

Roger took a puff from his cigarette, the smoke bringing a bit of relief for his aching forehead for the low, low price of getting a big lungful of smoke. He blinked again and looked up at the big, glowing sign directly across the street from him. It was a casino, still open and drawing in a surprising amount of business given what had just happened in this city. Maybe people were hoping to make enough money gambling to replace everything they had lost in the destruction. 'You've already gambled with your life today, Roger. Why not go inside and have some fun? What's some cash compared to that?'

Meh. Rooney wasn't all that interested in gambling right now. Or really that much of anything. The bright lights of the casino just made it an easy place to hang around. Far less likely to get mugged or end up in some kind of precarious situation without anybody to help and no way to get out. Roger's shoulders relaxed as he blew out a steady stream of smoke. No, this would be sufficient for tonight. No teammates, no superiors, no obligations, no pressure. Just being able to relax and do nothing for the first time in weeks.

Roger looked off into the distance and noticed a building with some of the top knocked off. It wasn't damage from gunfire, plasma or explosives. Must have been the hospital Yeager had tripped on. Idly, Roger wondered if anybody knew he did that.