"Um, nothing. I didn't..." His eyes dart to the back of the room, the doors there. He shifts uncomfortably.

Because that dark-haired guy was an asshole, but Drew feels like he was correct. If he helps the Brotherhood out, there's nothing in it for him. He calms down slightly. Straightens slightly. "Sorry," he says, less of a mess. "I've been, uh, sleeping on the job lately," he says, laughing a bit unnaturally. "It's making me used to getting yelled at."