The sweep of icy blue eyes kept track of those who came out from the woodwork and rubble. A young woman leaning in the shade, against a wall. Nina. A part of a different family but a resourceful quiet young woman. The metallic groan of a metal building drew the icy gaze toward the tower and the pitiful blast below. Nicholas didn't seem to have a reaction outwardly but inwardly, he was rather disappointed in the young man.

Rebuilding society and the world they knew was crucial to getting into the way of life and making sure that they lived on--that their practices and what they did could continue. To destroy everything before they could rebuild would be a fool's job. He'd have to get on the young man and Nicholas really didn't want to but he wasn't allowing fools to be around the Accardi namesake. At the least, he still had some semblance of self-pride.

The man glanced around turning his attention toward the blond man that glared back at him. They had argued extensively. The man stated that it was useful in combat. Nicholas had stated that there was no combat since they were all that was left. Caspian slowly made his way out, headed toward the source of the blast as well. Trailing, soon after, was the young woman. Valencia. While she was a cop, there was something in her that at least worked hard and was well open to compromise. He could stand to have her around. She trailed after the town idiot, the yapping feathered fool in order to get things done. That was somewhat good at least. It kept that idiot out of his hair.

Nicholas stood up from the chair, the wood creaking beneath him as he stood up. His back ached but he stood straight, snagging the metallic cane as he began to walk through the rubble. He moved past Blake, Val, gave Finn a warning look--and he promptly dove behind Val--as he made his way toward the other two.

He came behind them, rather than addressing them fully and let out a rather disappointed sigh.

"I had hoped," Nicholas spoke with a dry and flat tone, "that we could get past little grievances like this. Fools are the ones who determine that there is nothing more to do, to lay down and die."

His hands curled over each other, resting on the top of the cane. His icy eyes swept between Ver and Caspian.

"Now, that explosion was pathetic and useless. If we are to keep our way of life, to keep our values and our morals, we must have the upper hand. That means we do most of the work so that they," he gestured toward the small pod of former cops, "do not override everything and erase our culture. You would do well to think ahead. If I hear another explosion in town, you'd best pray you live to see another day."

The man let out a short breath.

"Valencia is getting the town idiot to do something on the other side of the town. So we won't have to deal with him at the least," his disdain was rather potent and strong for the particular young man, "... it is a miracle he survived this long. But I expect you to start helping otherwise, you will be on your own," Nicholas stated and stepped between the two men on his way to the rest of the town. It would be worth trying to figure out a sort of better housing arrangement rather than the odds and ends that folks stayed in now.