Simon gave a simple nod to the middle aged hero, well middle aged if he continued his unhealthy life style, as his response. He couldn't blame Collin, nor anyone, for the lack of evidence or the frosty fiend's escape. Simon gave a look over his shoulder to the ambulance in which Orren was ,hopefully, healing in. As he turned back to the elder hero he was greeted with a face full of smoke, though he made no attempt to ward any off. "Those are going to kill you before any criminal will." He said in his usual cool tone before they both began down the street. As Collin and Simon started there approach to the late arrival Oliver the sound of Simon's clawed toes scraping the ice covered ground was the only sound to kill the silence between them. It was when Collin snapped at the boy Simon placed a hand on the Bloodhound's shoulder. "Easy." He said in a montone voice before pointing to the ally where Oliver was desperately trying to get the duo to notice. He spotted the two trails in the snow rather quickly. "He just gave us a lead." He turned to Oliver and gave him a nod.