"Oh no. The dimensions themselves were intact... it might have been kinder if they did destroy them." Stephen was more than willing to set the beer aside for the moment in favor of the vodka Sam returns with, offering a faint, thin smile as he takes one of the glasses.

"It was fucking terrifying. Frustrating." He stared down at the vodka in his glass before draining about a quarter of it in one go, relishing the burn of the alcohol. "Exactly the sort of threat I should have seen coming."