Victor was, admittedly, a bit distracted. He craned his neck just a bit to try and see down to the street, hands still working on cleaning the gun. It had been used in some crime, and he should really pay attention to the detail, to make sure it didn’t have any blood or anything to trace it back to the crime again. He’d be in deep trouble if it did.

He knew he should be focusing. Shouldn’t even be thinking about the festival on the streets below. Of course, even if he was able to go down there, it wasn’t like he’d be able to do anything. He couldn’t hardly buy a hot cocoa by himself. Still, seeing the people his age laughing, celebrating, with all their friends... he sighed, looking back to the work at hand. No point dwelling.