“Damn.” He stared at the shattered porcelain vase at his feet. “Damn.”

He said it twice, because saying it once wasn’t good enough. One for the fact it was broken. The other for how he would have to end up paying for it.

Considering his options, he decided he might as well go for what might salvage his situation. He settled himself on the floor, making sure to spread some of the glass on his suit. Then he closed his eyes and waited.

Eventually someone would show up. Eventually he could say that he didn’t remember what happened.