Connelly looks at Pobble,"What have I done? Sir... I heard you were a doctor... I do not see how you keep your medical license like you do...but... I work in the emergency for my face to sleepers...and...you ever spend time there...you know that every life you save puts something back..even if it just means that a mother doesn't have to grieve over the loss of her son...and, by not keeping my own religious beliefs hidden like most of the medical professionals do... I have had times already where someone asked me to explain it...which may not have any fruits immediately, but..oneday it will... Dyne pops out of the hole, a small flat black box of some sort in his left hand and in his right hand a lit cigarette. He glances at the box then, then starts to walk towards the tree line of the forest with a brisk pace, the glowing ember giving away his location as he moves.