Shrugging once, Michael let his hand drop away from her face. If she was a tough enough cookie to stand the sight of something like that, then all his actions would accomplish would be sour and unhelpful in the current situation. Finishing the run to the door, Michael pounded his hand hard against the wooden door, not risking shouting incase there were cops rolling about. He had a specific knock that usually let Dan know just who was at the door, and had not hesitated to use it this time.<br/><br/>Glancing down at the corpse of a man on his step, he grimaced both at the sight and the obvious act. He had probably gambled away his life and was in debt with the worse type of people.<em>'Aye...I wonder if this corpse is one'a mine customers that had just decided to kill himself instead of paying his tab.'</em>Michael thought in a morbid sense of jest, as though he was trying to lighten his own demeanor.<br/><br/>"Comon Dan, ya fucking idiot...open the hell up already..." Michael grumbled agitatedly as he knocked on the door in his special manner again.