"I expect so, yes," K agrees, his voice toneless. Unless Jesus is full on panicking, or maybe if there were a way to get away from this city and this place, he expects that eventually the other man will want to say something. All K had to do is wait.

He pulls on Mango's leash then, pairs it with calling for her, low but firm. She's reluctant, and she doesn't actually do more than glance back at K before back to Sable, but she does let herself be pulled away.

"I'll be in contact soon."