"They also don't call the cops, when I walk in," Aiden answers, flashing him a wry smile. He's developed something of a reputation here, like he had in Chicago, and while a lot of people are willing to protect him, thanks to that reputation, there are still people, good people, who see him and dial 911. This place, thankfully, is more the former than the latter. "Big plus."

"Serious plus," Wrench puts in, a little breathless and having apparently appeared from no where. He nudges one of Aiden's feet with one of his. "Seriously, though, Pearce. Scoot over."

Grumbling, Aiden shift, and Wrench plops down next to him, the LEDs on the mask reading a solid (x_x) and for more than that being the default. "Whew," he breathes, that in mind, and as he catches his breath. "Anyway, hi, new guy."