Yeah. Yeah okay, that'd be safer. [ Patting down the trench coat, Shizuo curses under his breath and pulls it up from his shins to fetch the communicator in his pants pocket. So lame. ]

I got her number or coordinates or whatever the hell you call it. If a lot of people're sick, don't see why she wouldn't be nearby. [ He huffs and takes back his arm for a moment to type something quick. ]