He let go of her reluctantly, more sheepish now that he had relatively calmed himself. He shrugged, coughing, trying to put that random breakdown behind him.

"Uh, Nightlife knows." He had enough sense to give Katalyn the courtesy of her name not being revealed if she didn't want it to. "They were a gang, I didn't recognize them and I've never seen them before in patrol. I suppose I haven't looked underground enough, but as soon as I get back, I'll surely look into it." A tiny frown, he really sounded like his older self except with someone warping the timbre of his voice. He folded his arms, he had gone on long enough in his life without people comforting him (or able to receive the comfort, even if the effort had been there).