“Perhaps it is,” Azriel said in agreement when she commented about Section Nine. Dealing with a bored cop was worse than one looking to fill their quota, but at least she had a sense of humor. Humor was, admittedly, something he lacked however he appreciated whenever he came across someone with such wit.  “But… I have found that it is only dangerous if you allow it to be.” That was true, at least from his perspective. He’s lived here all of his life and has only had a few rough encounters.<br/><br/>“I doubt anybody will rob me,” he said calmly. He dared someone to try and rob him. Regardless of the fact he had an officer at his heels, they would regret the attempt almost as soon as they even got the thought in their head.<br/><br/>After a bit of walking, they passed by a few places that Azriel liked to visit whenever he wasn’t doing much. Unfortunately, he really couldn’t with an officer so he just kept moving. He kept his gaze forward, just in case someone who knew him was skulking about. He was not always the most social of people but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a crowd he frequented. They were a bit shady, true, but they gave him work.<br/><br/>Azriel suddenly stopped and turned on his heels, heading down another street, back towards home. “Our walk will be over shortly,” he said over his shoulder. Since he couldn’t do much today, not that he really had anything in mind, and since his hangover hadn’t subsided yet and he was still feeling like he was falling through the ground, he figured he might as well just go back home. Not to mention the feeling of falling through the ground was a good enough reason to want to go home either way.