So, not during. A knot of tension in his shoulders eases somewhat- not that any one person swinging in to put a stop to it would've worked. Hell. It didn't really work when someone from inside the house was trying to change shit. He puts the list of names and sins he could (should) but won't hold against the remaining scragglers away for the moment.

"So how does a vampire ex soldier get into the mailing list of super secret military projects to poke around in the first place?"