As a general rule, Martin didn't like to be out late at night. The night life of DC held very little appeal to him when he could be working or asleep at home- although, he admitted to himself, it wasn't often he was asleep by this time, late as it was. However, despite his best efforts, he was out. And it looked like it had the potential to be a regular thing.<br/><br/>While looking as disgruntled as he could manage, Martin crossed the street towards the subway, spotting Haddad almost immediately. He wondered if he was late for a split second, then spotted the bland looking sandwich Haddad was chewing through. Not too long, at the very least. He stepped up onto the curb and headed toward his partner, through the bustling crowd.<br/><br/>"Where are we headed tonight?" Martin asked, as a way of greeting. Haddad knew much more about this part of their operation than Martin, who essentially showed up and did what he was asked to do. He would frankly rather be doing concrete work on the project, but he could see how this was important too. So he tagged along with mostly minimal complaining. Mostly.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Upon reflecting on clan houses for a brief second, Dmitri was suddenly distracted by two people moving toward him. The woman gave him a nod in a form of awkward acknowledgement that he awkwardly returned. The sunglasses gave him pause, and he tried not to visibly scrutinize the pair and instead turned his head away. They could hypothetically just be wearing sunglasses at night. But the more likely reason was that they were Daywalkers or something of the kind. Dmitri coughed into his elbow and was suddenly glad he was somewhat unappealing to look at. Anything that kept him from getting eaten was frankly a good thing in his opinion.<br/><br/>However, this train of thought was interrupted by a man's sudden approach. Dmitri blinked at him and his offer in confusion. He didn't know exactly a good way to say, 'no thanks, I'm really not in the mood to get murdered tonight', which had an unfortunately high probability. However, Jeremi did seem sincere in his offer, so Dmitri didn't want to come out and just accuse him of trying to murder someone. "Uh," he began, "I appreciate the offer, but..." He paused and tried to think of something to say, but ended up coughing instead. And again. "Ah,  shit," he mumbled. This really wasn't the time.