(disappointment? maybe a bit. maybe because he can't bring his brand of revenge down on their heads. but wherever he's wound up is already safer than home was. and someone's already helping him.

ah, hei didn't get his name.)

Your jacket... it'll do, if we don't want to draw attention. I'll return it when we're through here.

(slowing on the steps behind cain, well within arm's distance on the plateau of the first floor. ground level. he's right about the cops and he's not too sure which direction they're working with, but they have a one-in-four chance of hitting the worst one. the risk gets higher knowing his shitty luck.

gestures to his new best friend.)

Tell me your name while you're at it.