Damion looked up and smiled, even if he was worried about what the assassin was thinking. "Micky! You are back. No need to worry everything is under control." Taking a deep breath through his nose, he sighed. "No it is not, this man here tried to make an attempt on my life. Mackenzie immobilized him while Arthur shot him with some silver bullets or whatever they were. Crazy man for carrying the stuff with him, Arthur is." Patting him on the arm, he moved off to the side.<br/><br/>"Micky, I need to ask you this, and you need to think as hard as you can... when you were out was anyone following you? I mean, did you notice any prying eyes or people who seemed..." he searched for the right word. "Professional and tailored. They could have even possibly had-" he shook his head. "Sorry, never mind. It is obvious to me that you probably saw nothing... anyway, how was the nightly excursion?" He asked as he rubbed his forehead. A slight headache coming on.