((time wise this is taking place sometime on the everning of Thursday but I wasn't able to actually do it.))
-On hearing the shot Riddick quickly flattens himself against the wall and peers through the rain to see if he can see anything. When he can't he walks quickly to the first door number 627 and knocks fairly loudly.-
::The young man raised his glass in a toast with a forthright smile.::
"I do what I can to aid the city. Incidentally, I should have a package arriving from Paris this week, which will no doubt be quite the sensation when I donate it to the Museum of Art."
::After shutting the door behind him, Dorian collapses back against it inside his home and lets out a deep breath.::"That went well..."
::Standing uneasily, and lumbering down the hall toward the mirror above the fireplace, he looks into it and smiles wearily.::
"Chin up, old boy. You just need a drink..."