Rude stood, brushing some invisible dust off his suit. The atmosphere was getting to him, and so was the alcohol. "Be back." Setting his bottle down, careful to make sure it actually stood, the bald Turk headed into the bathroom in an attempt to get away from the awkward silence. He would have to go back out, of course, but maybe the couple of minutes would help some.

Finishing up, Rude washed up and decided to stall a bit longer, telling himself that looking at his wounds in front of the mirror was a perfectly legitimate and responsible thing to do. He didn't need to be there for that long, though, so the bald Turk finished up and headed back out into the room, hoping some of the awkward atmosphere would have dissipated.