For as calm and collected as Sly appeared he was starting to get nervous that Jinora had not yet spoken. He saw the face of the cop grow suspicious of them, this was not good, not good at all.<i>Come on, just play along</i>he thought to himself, hoping she would pull through. Then she did, in rather marvelous fashion, he saw the cop pull out his pistol, and then he was being pulled by Jinora. It was the best course of action, run, he had done plenty of it in his lifetime, and today as well. There was plenty of it, but Sly was happy to have some company this time around. The feeling of her soft hand holding his made his heart race just a bit faster then normal, his legs seemed to move with ease. He was completely aware when she stole the lady's purse, but he said nothing, just kept running with her. He didn't know exactly what her plan was, and after the fact that she had played along to save his life while he was trying to save hers he figured if she wanted to be a petty thief he would overlook it for now.<br/><br/>Once they got on the bus though he completely understood the logic. It was the bus that went south on Halstead street, it would go for quite a ways and hopefully provide them some distance from their pursuers. The bus was nearly full, but he managed to lead her to the back to find two spots. He nodded when she thanked him, it was the least he could do he figured. "You had me scared for a moment that you wouldn't play along, I am damn glad you did though. You are crazy, nuts, but you are good. We should give the purse back though, turn it in somewhere and claim it was lost. It would only be right."<br/><br/>He looked out the window, glad to be safe, hoping at least that they were safe for the moment. The last thing Sly needed was more running, he was tired of running. He smiled at Jinora, a debt of gratitude in his eyes and a sparkle of happiness, something that had not been there in a long time. "This might sound crazy, but I am glad I ran into you today. Those men, they are bad bad men, I have met some like them before, they held me hostage, ran experiments. They want something from me, my power maybe, who knows, but I have run from them for long enough."<br/><br/>Now he was starting to sound crazy to himself, he placed his right hand gently on her left forearm, his thumb gently caressing her. "I want to help you, free you, save you, but you have to promise me something. We are a team, no abandoning the other one, no telling the other one to run, we fight together, we survive together. I know we just met, but I feel more comfortable around you then I have anyone in a long time." Sly meant what he had said, every last word. He wasn't too worried about anyone else around, they were all too busy in their own private worlds, and fucked up shit happened every day in Chicago. He didn't know what he would do as the bus went farther south, but there was always the train system, or of course walking. His place was more north, but he knew they needed distance right now, so he let it go, continue along its path as he waited for Jinora's response, whatever it may be.