[b]"...You seem to know your way around here, you know any fast routes out of here?"[/b] As he finished, he pulled out his knife and held it out, hilt-first, to the boy. [b]"You look like you could use a tool,"[/b] nodding at the free hanging knife at the boys side...

Bobby flinched at the sudden movement of Tony's hand, assuming the worst; but was surprised to realize it was a kind gesture, as the gruff man held out the knife, the "pointy-end" facing away from him. [i]What... what kind of trick is this?[/i] Bobby thought, unfamiliar with anyone holding a weapon towards him the wrong way. [i]What is the meaning of this gesture... this man doesn't even know me.[/i] Tony shook it slightly, starting to grow a little more impatient at Bobby's hesitance, trying to kindly telegraph that he needed to hurry.

[b]"Now come on, let's go."[/b]

Bobby took the knife, taking a slight moment to admire how sharp and pristine it was. The man clearly was familiar with maintaining such weapons... and it only reminded the boy of what a dangerous man he was about to join parties with. Bobby points to the forward-most sewer tunnel, and begins a light jog in its direction. [b]"About five hundred feet this way, we should come to a manhole leading to a less... eh. Crowded part of town."[/b] Bobby winces nervously, hearing the stompings of Raiders growing closer, and the volume was growing exponentially. He waves Tony on, quickening his pace. [b]"Stick to the walls!"[/b]