Bane gathers the rest of the hundred percent, another three vials, and slips them in his pocket, before following them in.<br/><br/>"That's fine." Bane said simply, walking past Chiro and examining his sister.  "She okay enough?  Anything I should know about so I don't hurt her while we're moving, say, broken bones, the like?" He asks, feeling as though he could run a marathon with her on his back if need be.  "In my arms or on my back?  And remember, we still have the garbage truck." He reminds them.