Arran caught the thrown object at the second attempt, getting his little finger hooked through its length as it fell. Resisting the wasted urge to look closer at it (as his ability to see heat wouldn't exactly give him that much more detail - plus, you know, he wanted to look cool) Arran instead wasted his moment by blurting out: "Now?" He wasn't certain when he'd be back in the city, but right now might not be the best idea. Or at least, that's what his sensible brain was trying to say - it didn't tend to get much attention at times like these.