[Shiro makes for the door of the establishment, doing his best to not pay attention to the faint sounds coming through the thick, hanging curtains on all sides. Part of him is wondering why he even came in here, but the logical part of his brain reminds him he had no idea about the truth of this place until after he’d settled down for a drink. But once they got outside, however, he remembers the other reason why he came in.

It's blazing hot. The Paladin winces against the light stabbing into his eyes and holds his metal hand up to block the sun. Ow… Drugs or not, he takes another drink of the cold liquid, grateful to have it. Hopefully Sabo will be feeling better now that they’re out of that place. He saw his hand shaking back there, but didn’t know why. If the guy’s really been verging on dehydration from not wanting to drink… he can’t say whether that’s smart or foolish. But at least they’re out and the conversation can continue.]

Whoever you boss is, they picked someone who’s certainly a capable leader. [Sabo has those qualities. Hanging to the side, he leads them to an overhang so they can at least talk in the shade. What a day to decide to wear all black. Favorite color and all, but… sometimes it’s not the smartest choice. Like now. He glances over to the blonde at the preface apology before the offer.] It’s not forward. Your apartment is probably safer than another restaurant. [Considering Sabo’s knowledge of the drug.] You have a roommate?