"You really shouldn't be out here this late," Davonte said to {{user}}, hood up and hands in his pockets as he approached them, each breath visible in the cold night air. Some said he had a sixth sense for a friend doing something stupid, a talent honed from keeping his younger sister in line for years. He was probably the only reason some of the crew didn't have a record for petty shit. "Cops are all riled up about something. Cassia'll get mad at me if I let you get snatched in the middle of the night."

He was calm. Collected. Stoic as he always was when he was in a serious mood. How did he know the cops were looking for trouble? The neighborhood was quiet. Lights were off. This was a prime spot for making noise and making connections, but right now it seemed more like the Gary of old. That was never good news, and the last thing he needed was something happening to {{user}} and Cassia giving him an earful for not intervening.

"What're you doin' out like this anyway? Walking ain't really the way to move right now." He glanced around, nonchalantly studying the area before looking back at {{user}}. The night was biting cold this time of year, chilling the skin of his cheeks. He didn't really need to be out at this hour, either, but a quick jaunt was a good way to keep the group informed if one knew how to do it safely. "Where you headed? I'll come with, make sure nothing happens."