Percy gave a terse nod. It surprised him that Kallen agreed so easily, but he wasn't thinking straight either. He just accepted that as a good enough answer and moved on. After a shuffle of a step to the right, the started off in the other direction. "Then we'll keep to these back alleys. Lux can get your wound fixed up real quiet like so long as we cough up some money or better yet, some info. I figure between us, we've got plenty of that," he explained as he walked. Lux was on nobody's side. It's why he dealt mostly in secrets, not caring which side he helped or hurt. Irreputable maybe, but he had his uses.

At least the streets were clear of enemies now. Percy glanced back over his shoulder and for the first time wondered why he was sticking close to him. It was logical...yeah. It was since Percy failed at life and Kallen a little less so. But he was wounded now. Maybe Percy felt a little guilty about that since he managed to come out with only scrapes and tears in his clothes and Kallen covered the exit. "You sure you can make it there?" he asked, trying not to chew on his lip.