Havoc stood, surveying the room calculatingly, his breath misting before him as he appreciated the derelict factory around them. They'd certainly picked a perfect urb-ex destination this time 'round. The old, long-disused equipment and ancient room practically told them their stories as they moved through the halls.
Suddenly, he felt a prickling feeling on the back of his neck, and sighed, another cloud of mist visible before drifting away.
"Bern, I keep telling you, this how I stand, not me posing for another bloody picture."
"Dunno what you're talking about, Hav," came Bernie's voice as he heard the unmistakable sound of a shutter snapping.
Havoc only sighed, hoping that Bern didn't post too many of these at that weird website his mates all seemed to like.