That was definitely a reaction. What he wasn't sure of was whether it was the reaction he was looking for, or just this guy thinking he was giving him sass. Shame, if he'd had the alcohol on his breath still and a had left a few of his toys out of sight maybe he could have pushed it a little further, but he'd run here thinking he was going to be leaping into a warzone.<br/><br/>Not discovering Celeste might have been dealing with some shady types.<br/><br/>Shadier than him, anyway.<br/><br/>"Fair 'nuff."<br/><br/>The answer made him grit his teeth, but he tried his best to keep it out of his voice. This was the kind of situation where you got one strike, not three. And he may well have just made that one. Bullets in him would not help Celeste. So he started walking, turning his head forward. Steady steps, not too fast, to the door, open it up, exit nonchalantly. Make no spectacle, just like they wanted. He got a little bit of distance before the muscles in his jaw started to clamp like a vice and his teeth began to grind, putting a spark in his step. No raised hands, no going for pockets, nothing. His pace slowly increased until he came to the nearest corner out of sight.<br/><br/>He took it, stepping behind the building, and immediately spun and punched the brick wall like he was trying to put a dent in it.<br/><br/>It hurt. But thanks to steel and leather around his fist, it wasn't going to break anything.<br/><br/>Looking around to make sure there was no one around eying him up- oh, they were probably watching the corner he'd gone around, but fuck them, unless somebody looked like they were hugging his heels now, he could care less. Kael dug out his phone, flipped it open, and set it to autodial a number he'd just picked up earlier that day.<br/><br/>"Mei Lee. Wanna confirm the address," he snapped, digging out the paper and reading it off.