"Retreating to regroup and plan out an attack." As it were. But it was no less true. Yet he couldn't shake the weird feeling that if they both sad down, people would attack her. For one, she was definitely armed so that was a stupid idea.

But the mild paranoia was so unlike him. Had winding up here done something to him? Was it connected to the feeling that continually buzzed within their joined hands?

It was like a breath of fresh air after choosing a nearby door, leading to a staircase that led any who took them up three floors.

"Just then," he said, a little out of breath despite the lack of any sort of workout.

"Did somethin' change? Did the air feel... lighter?"