The mention of the sad state of the place had Drake nodding. It was true this wasn't exactly a place for people on the up and up and more akin to rock bottom. Yet when the stranger got up and left more or less so suddently mumbling about someone being useless Drkae wasn't sure what emotions to feel. It wasn't like he hadn't been around killers before, far from it but he found a strange sense of pity for the man himself as he could just tell... He was tormented by something and that was what Drake felt he could identify with. In the end the other walked out and left him be, something that he had wanted and yet...<br/><br/>He stepped out of the bar able to smell the man rather easily in the alley near by. Be walked to the mouth of it not going in before he called out, "what did you lose?" It almost half sounded like he wanted to help offer find it but that might have been another life for him now. Now be was one of the undead. He wanted to also ask how he was so easily spotted when he tried to mask his nature but maybe it was pointless... After all the man looked to be on a mission and a professional at that. Someone who wouldn't hold back ans yet again Drake reminded himself that he should stick his nose into this mess.