He's paused to light up a fresh stogie. After the crazy shit that just went down earlier with freakin' duplicates and people being from some kind of alternate universe, he needs the nicotine to try and slow his racing thoughts down, even if the effect's only temporary. Blood stains his clothing, torn and shredded from the night's activities.

And more surprisingly: He's still alive. They're both still alive, even. He wasn't expecting to make it 'till dawn. And yet, here they are. He exhales a deep blue-gray cloud, watching Ramon's huddled form in the light drizzle that's now falling from the sky.

And still, the question keeps coming back to this: Where do they go from here?