Ales sat down, satisfied with the brief photo-op, and slid over the edge of the crate he was stand on. "Yes, yes, that'd be excellent. Take your time." The battle was more important for the time being.

Each crate, he slid over in silence. There wasn't much he felt like talking about, even with one of the only two people he considered friends, three if he included those he could talk about his childhood with. Two or three, it wasn't a lot. Without an outlet, Ales heavily considered grabbing a WEAPON and ending the Calamity right then and there, but that was a rash, and therfore, terrible decision. He wished he had some of the power from home.

Once he returned to the street, his happy mood was no more.