Derek huffs a humorless laugh as he looks back at her. "Yeah, breaking news: everybody hates us. That's pretty much the status quo, here, isn't it?" he asks. Derek doesn't, however, point out that it also feels kind of like the status quo back home. He'd rather leave home where it is and tackle it when he finds his damn way out of here, whenever that might be.

His eyes shift over in Buffy's direction, up from the table in front of him. "Yeah?" he asks. "So you are patrolling by yourself, you're just not on patrol twenty-four/seven," he says more than asks. Then, Derek nods. "Yeah, I'm interested. How long are you on this shift? I have to be up early tomorrow to turn in this shit but after tomorrow..."

With a nod, Derek frowns. Yeah, I spent last night getting the shit kicked out of me, he thinks to himself but if he wants Adam to keep his mouth shut, then Derek has to keep his end of the bargain, too. It isn't his place to go spouting off the crap that kid went through anymore than it's Adam's to shout from the rooftops that Derek is a monster. "It was a long night," he says, instead. "You know, you don't have to stay in that ORANGE room, right? You're always welcome in ours. We kept your bed for you and we won't let anybody else take it," he promises.