Sly listened, it was something he did well when others needed to talk. Clearly she needed to get some things off her chest, and he wasn't going to argue with her about stopping them from taking her back. He had said his piece, he was going to fight for her, with her if she wanted to help. They had chased him already that day before he met her, he wondered if she knew that though, and he was not going to play the prey any longer. The information about her eyes and her father was important. It was then that he noticed they looked different, but still they looked halfway normal to him. His own eyes were a source of power, the black beam that came from them containing the power to kill organic life forms.<br/><br/>While he had noticed her voice getting louder Sly was not concerned, and she caught herself quickly enough. "If you could run from them for 3 years alone, then together maybe we can hold them off for even longer." He appreciated the squeeze from her hand. It was a nice gesture that brought a shade of red to his cheeks. "This bus is headed south, we should be a fair distance from those guys doll. Though I assume they are going to be rather persistent in their pursuit. At least the cop bought us some time, I really am glad to went along with the ruse." He felt like he needed to help her feel like he wanted her around. Sly wasn't sure if he would come across as being too desperate or not, but the idea of companionship was something that he greatly desired.<br/><br/>As he looked out the window and saw that they were near Washington Park and the University of Chicago. Both would provide some refuge for them for the time being. He pulled the cord and the bus stopped almost immediately. "Come on doll, there is a park here as well as a University, busy places that should help us a little bit, and plenty of shadows for me to hide us as well if need be." He made sure to whisper the last part as he grabbed her hand and walked off the bus with Jinora in tow.<br/><br/>Once they were off the bus he took a deep breath to get some fresh air into his lungs. He looked across the street where Washington Park was and guided them across the street more nimbly than someone playing Frogger. "So just how is it that they track you? I am guessing your eyes have something to do with it." He asked bluntly, but not accusatory. He was curious though and Sly figured that if they were going to have any success at all at getting away from the men chasing them that he would need to know what their resource was. There had to be a way of stopping them, and he would try to find the loophole, granted there was one to be found.