The wait would pay off, but not quite the way Kevin had first anticipated. With his eyes scanning the city below, a certain woman came into his field of view. She was hard to miss as the robes donning her frame was unlike anything a person would wear in the West. Viper jolted up to his feet before gracefully leaping down the side of the building. He grabbed hold of the drainage pipe and slid down towards the concrete below, vaulting to his feet once he was close and landed in front of the two. “Hey.” He uttered, tilting his head slightly as his eyes traveled to the soaked man. What was she doing with him? He looked like a bum, a hobo maybe? Homeless? That was for sure. She was helping him? Well, that was an action of a pure heart, something always good to see. Kevin offered the man a soft smile and a nod before he turned back to the woman. “Do you know what happened after I…uh…dropped.” He reached back and scratched the back of his head. To this man, it must’ve sounded like he passed out at a part or something. “And did you see where the guy ran off to?” Even if she knew, his current location wasn’t dependant on where he had been. Though, any lead was better than none. 

“Maybe if I scream real loud…” He rubbed his chin, looking up curiously before he scratched the stupid idea. This man though, where was she leading him? To a safe house? To a soup kitchen? He was dressed in too tight clothing, he was drenched and quite obviously uncomfortable. His boots didn’t seem to fit well with the rest of his outfit. His boots didn’t seem to fit with anything short of military standard. Kevin crossed his arms, his hand close to the hidden knife in the breast pocket of his jacket. Unlike his previous leather, this was a thin jacket of plain, grey cloth. Like his shirt, it had a high collar would he decide to clip it together. “Eh…I’m pretty sure he’ll find me eventually…” Viper grinned slightly, looking down.