"Good," Trey said, meeting Emil's eye for a brief second. Eye contact somewhat freaked him out in large doses. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly though at the other's suggestion, so close to what he'd been thinking in silence. He excused himself with a mumbled excuse that ended up completely incompressible. Half the time he didn't bother with that much, since he intended to come back. He just went back to his changing room and put on his sweater again since he hated to be cold and he would be if he walked outside dressed like this. As an afterthought, he stuffed the kitty into his belt again.

After rinsing his face off and frowning at a blood droplet that got caught in his hair, he went back out a side door away from the people. Circling around, he found Adam and stepped close, but still at an appropriate distance. He heard what Emil said from a distance and flicked his gaze away from Adam. "I'll help," he stated not because he cared to that degree, but because it was the correct thing to do, to offer help that was. Without another word, he fell into step just behind Emil.