Arriving just behind Tannen is a young man in his late teens, short, wiry, wearing a button-down shirt and a vest under his windcheater, messenger bag over one shoulder, running with surprising speed down the pavement. He actually spins around a lamppost by one elbow to brake himself and comes to a halt staring at the absence of Honer's.<br/><br/>"Da…?" he says. "What…is this some kind of a…"<br/><br/>Tannen's words don't quite seem to register on him.