Drake had watched the other make the jump just to make sure he did and wouldn't hurt himself. He didn't know why he cared but he knew that about himself and when he ended up offering something up he liked to follow through plus he still had unanswered questions and splattering him on the pavement wasn't going to work. Torture was also unreliable as people could admit anything. "Ya sure." he replied to the attempt for the other to peace out as he got the distinct feeling that this wasn't going to be over any time soon.<br/><br/>The building they entered was nothing fancy, clean but lower end they had a buzzer at the bottom that Drake used the keys to get in. He glanced around smelling the air just to make sure no one was around as they made their way to a walk up apartment. It was warm and well heated. He lived on the 3rd floor opening the door, only to have a second door under it. One was metal looking quite heavy duty and the other wasn't. The apartment it was nothing fancy, at least neat and clean but the floor looked well worn and aged with some cracks the building manager couldn't repair.<br/><br/>All in all the place looked very normal, a studio space with a fold out bed, a small table with two chairs and a office desk with chair. Strangely there wasn't a tv in the room and it looked pretty sparse but nothing else seemed out of place. The kitchen was off to the right with a bathroom on the left and a small closet that Drake moved to pull open and reveal clothes. "Bolt the door behind you." he instructed as he went to shift what looked to be some bars on the window. It seemed the apartment could be locked down akin to a bunker. Also it was clear there was just the double fold out bed to sleep on that could be turned into a couch but that wasn't going to help that predicament.<br/><br/>"Go shower, I have a med kit under the sink just in case you need more for your..." he gestured to where the wound was. At least this space was warm and safe as Drake worked to apply some protections against the unholy while stripping off his clothes tossing them into the hamper in the closet.