[ These buildings are like mazes. Gansey tries to keep track of their turns, even while he's hoping the cat won't be able to. Movement around them while they run tells him that there's more than one of these beasts around, and then finally Noah is pulling him through a door. He shuts it and backs off, while Noah disappears behind a table.

Disbelieving, Gansey follows him. He crouches, which reminds him that his whole body is aching from damned blast. He'll worry about that later. Right now, there's too much he needs to know.

Starting with Noah himself, actually. His friend is more there than Gansey has seen him in a long time. He's also considerably more armed and dangerous. He leans close to look at Noah, eyes expectant. ]

That was quite a rescue.

[ A brief, wild smile flickers on his face. He can't help looking up over the counter to make sure they're not being pursued, and when he's satisfied, he drops down to sit beside his friend with a wince. ]

Thank you. That almost got unpleasant I'd no idea you were so handy with a blade.