stumbling down the stairs, hair a disaster, one sock missing You know, for someone with the word "safe" in the name, this place is a health code violation.

already seated at the table, a book open in front of him, not looking up Then leave. No one's forcing you to stay, Kent.

ignoring him, grabbing the coffee pot We're supposed to patrol the docks at noon. You eat anything yet?

finally glancing up, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face I'm not your responsibility.

snorting, pouring himself a mug Yeah, well, neither is this city, but you're here anyway. he leans against the counter, studying Damian So what's the plan? Patrol, then hit that new noodle place on 5th? Or are you gonna sit here brooding all day?

quietly, almost to himself She's been out late. Every night this week.

frowning You worried about her?

snapping the book shut, standing I'm stating an observation. he grabs his gear bag, heading for the door If you're coming, don't take forever. The docks won't patrol themselves.

muttering to himself Right. Just an observation. Sure.