Gavin pryed his memory for answers to this 'Riley's' question, screwing up his face in the process as if it would make everything simpler to think about. Nothing was coming, he didn't remember this guy at all. Yet, his emotions were telling him that the what the man was saying was exactly right. Not to mention, Riley knew about Luther too, so if couldn't be as if he hadn't had something to do with them if he didn't research the pair religiously.
'Luther? I know you're busy beheading someone, but you know who this guy is?'
'Eh...Yeah! Gav, remember, we worked with him just before we were given the mission about the Altar Saints thing about three years ago, when you still had super pudgy cheek syndrome instead of normal pudgy cheek syndrome. He left then, and we were reassigned for some reason. Ge'ez, and I'm the one with the fail memory.'
Crossing his arms and easing off his body, Gavin took off his intensity on Riley. Not to the point where he would just let his full defense system down to the other, but so that he wasn't hyped up and about to kill. even if he was exactly who he said he was, there had been a three year gap, people change. Though really, Riley looked much smaller than what memory served him now that Gavin remembered. Blame it on the fact that he had grown so much in the three years previous, away from any and all contact with Riley. With his normal soft voice again, Gavin explained to the other:
"Luther's on about the second floor down right now. He's having a hard time with the layout. I was the only one that was caught, and I have no idea why. I guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Do you know where your bro-"
Gavin's attention shifted like instantaneously like a puppy that had just found something shiny. This was one of the downsides being noted of vibrations as a top priority for vision. Sometimes it just completely cut off a conversation. Turning around and heading through the door, Gavin just simply saw the girl partially on the floor, partially on the countertop of the sink , crying. It was...odd. She hadn't said a word, was breaking out of this place and intense, and now she was crying. Seemed like more of an emotional wreck than anything else. Gavin didn't really know what to do, but hugs were good, right? That's what Luther always did to him when he was feeling down. Without any further thought, Gavin went to hug the girl, trying to stabilize her on her feet while he was at it. That could be used as an excuse against Luther's 'oh la la, Gavvie hugged a girly' that he was no doubt going to get when they met up and where out of this place. Even in the seriousness of the moment, Gavin couldn't help thinking about the consequences of being with his cousin 24/7.
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Panting, Luther was about halfways down now. He wasn't quite sure how much farther to go, but he would just keep on trucking since he had now felt Gavin's current through the floor, fully content to be clearing part of the way. Luther's killing streak had probably been broken then and there. It looked like a massacre had occured in the building, and in a way, it had been one. The duo was going to be a in crap load of trouble for all the bloodshed, that was certain. The superiors were not fond of having big messes to clean up.
About to go down to the third floor below ground level however, something caught the brunette's eye. A scientist. A really demented looking scientist that was snickering over something he had in his lab coat. All Luther couold think about was how much of a freak the guy was. Yet, something was telling him to run his ass off. Unfortunately for him, he didn't.