Torchwick sat in silence for a few moments, realizing the only thing he was most likely succeeding in doing was talking to himself. He adjusted his hat upon his head before he kicked off the crate and stood with a frustrated sigh. Grumbling to himself now, he spun on his heels and started to walk away. He froze when a bit of pink flashed across his vision.
"Neo!" he nearly jolted, trying and failing to hide his surprise. "Were you there the whole time?" Torchwick huffed in embarassment- he should've known he'd try and catch her off guard- and folded his arms, his cane dangling on one of his wrists. "I bet you're really pleased with yourself. We have to go. We're taking Cinder's helicopter." he explained, his voice trailing off the minute he mentioned the woman. He wordessly pointed a gloved hand toward the general vicinity of where Cinder had arrived from.
Cinder was really something that neither of the two wanted to talk about. She was secretive, sketchy, and told Torchwick things on a need-to-know basis. Her secrecy and mystery was unsettling to say the least; and that was coming from a criminal.