Shiro sighed, partially out of relief and partially out of annoyance. He calmly took a seat cross-legged in a corner, closing his eyes as he waited. He didn't think these people had bad intentions, but they still had their weapons if they needed to use them. "...How long has it been since we left the subway? Seems like months" He mumbled quietly, wondering how those still in the subway and the other group were fairing.<br/><br/>Vincent chuckled as he looked at the different paths laid out before them. "A pen should do..." He glanced to Zen and cocked his he to the side, his eyes shifting to his wound "... or blood" He said and grinned "No use letting it go to waste" He laughed a bit and walked towards the path second from the left "How about this way?"