Eddy's got two working eyes and he's still not sure what he just saw. Lingering's not safe though, for them or Winter, even if she's just proven she's more than capable of taking care of herself.

"This way. Yeah. Won't let you fall," he murmurs quietly as he herds cats, or Whintossers, through the passage, one hand putting pressure on his injured side, the other pressing light encouragements onto Presley and Patrice's backs and choosing to tune out any complaints for now.

He trusts Armani to do the same as they follow Winter and Aristotle into the street.