"Hrm." Miro frowned upon seeing the news. [i]So, they're rounding them up and flat out executing them like cattle now?[/i] His fists clenched somewhat as he scoffed. "Just like cattle, huh. Bastards." He blurted out, unable to keep it inside for any longer. His head then met Lyn's gaze and words.

"Sink or swim, huh? Let's roll." He added, before producing some keys out of his pocket, as well as his wallet. "Hold on to these while I'm out. House and motorbike keys. Would be a shame if the pigs got em, in worst case." He mused. He didn't expect to die, of course, but it never hurt to be careful. He then cracked his neck thoughtfully.

"Lead on, ki- Aria." Miro corrected himself half sentence. Even if it was true, Miro didn't want to lose time because some girl would be fussy after being called a kid. "Show me the tools."

[i]Worst day to get a bruise.[/i] He mentally added.