Fuminori hears it, too, and even more alarming, he can feel it in his feet. Now they're alone, standing in the middle of the street, and he thinks that at least there won't be extra people running around in the way.

Pushing his duster aside, he reaches for his gun, but doesn't draw it yet.

"I'm not really sure how much help I'll be." But he'll give it a shot. He can't be a drag on everyone forever after all.