"By all means," he agreed easily. "I am well aware how such events like this work and do not have loyalty so much as a harsh leash." So info dumping was utterly within his intent.

Smoking? Heh. "No, but one of the muscle heads did, Ryan I think? Guy with the awful tshirt on, should have a pack in his pockets."

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The cabbie eyed the boy who seemed, of all things, in the midst of a panic attack more than anything. He reached in to set the snack and gatorade in the cup holder by Nat's knee (just in case) before sliding back in to drive. "Alright kid, I assume we're headed for the first address I got tonight then?"