[Taking the card feels like a pact, a binding of souls. It's familiar and he clenches the keycard in his hand, the edges biting into his palm. One will, a life shared. It's something he understands.]

Gotchu, yo. We'll make sure they ain't gonna do this 'gain. I gotchyer back, brotha.

[He pauses briefly, staring at the card in his hand, turning it back and forth, watching the play of colors under the light.]

Take care a' yerself, an' hopefully we can do this wittout anyone gettin' hurt.

[He'll take the headphones off then and set them aside, throwing a thumbs up into the wind though.]