Patrice curses and Des' attention is well and truly caught. Rest of the room can wait just a bit, if everybody's going to start getting in trouble by the table.

"The hell y'all doing to yourselves over here?" he asks, making his way over to where his roommates have decided to slice themselves open on every available piece of paper. Window went exploded in his face and you don't see him bleeding all over Patrice's momma's upholstery.