Simon was expecting for the evadable shrug off of his attempt to calm Orren, the blood wielding hero was always a bit hot headed even in the most calm of situations, but he at least refrain from spouting more curses. Simon gave another nod to Collin after he explained his plane, seeing it as the most reasonable option at the time, but Simon was a bit worried of Orren out right refusing and rushing off to face their icy foe. Luckily the crimson crusader seemed to agree with Collin, though he did give the sharply sensed man a display of his still foul feelings.

 It was when John and Orren began to make their way back to the base that Simon made his way into the ally way. He took a knee next to one of the trails into the snow and began to take a deep inhale, which must of look more than peculiar to any passer by. His senses were sharper than most, no where near the level of his Bloodhound colleague of course but still very potent. He caught the faint scents of what he assumed to be female body wash and clown make up. He stood he looked to Collin, who no doubt already caught the same smells. "Shall we?" He asked as he gestured a hand for the elder hero to lead. It was only a matter of time that the duo's trail lead them to a grocery store and not a moment after that that no one other than Orren spoke up over the Guilds com link. "This is Fenrir. Bloodhound and I have already tracked the trail here." He spoke into his com link. He then turned to Collin and Oliver. "Should we approach or wait for more back up?" He asked in a calm voice.