Aramis spares a moment to enjoy the night air on his cheeks, the open space all around them. He kneels after to check on the unconscious girl, but there is little else he can do now that the EMTs cannot do better.

"Yes," he says, even if he's not certain, "But we must leave before the ambulance comes." Already he can hear the sirens, and while Aramis wouldn't like to be discovered here by any authority, he'd like to be found by his future workmates even less.