Hemlocke watched with a smirk as Hank threatened him under his breath and watched him scurry away like the rat he was. Putting his hands on his hips and looked down for moment before composing himself once more, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, closing his eyes and pondering what the future might hold for him and wondering if Dixon would be stupid enough to actually attack him. That man didn't do things without planning them, but Hemlocke did, that's why he was hard to predict. His train of thought was interrupted however by the sound of music coming from the center of the room. Opening his eyes and lifting his gaze as he stared over at Mariko. Listening to the music the woman was playing and was calmed. The only music that ever played on Rogue bases was old beat up radio channels with the same old songs on repeat. This however was natural and not played across a speaker. It was a very nice addition to the festival he would have to admit, and not entirely unexpected from the Golden Flowers of Kusari. Hemlocke would keep to himself for now and relax, something he wasn't really capable of doing with so many people wanting to stab the man in the back.