that it’s ok, he wouldn’t need it. It was safe here.

The kid looks disappointed as he slides it back into the holster. His moments of Hollywood inspired glory would have to wait. Steve points at the keypad indicating to Dylan that he should enter the code.

But he holds up a finger telling him to wait and places his ear against the metal door before tapping gently with a knuckle. Knocking in a pattern that they’d know was only going to be somebody with their mind still intact, or at least he hoped they would interpret it like that, and waits for a response. He can’t exactly say hello so looks down to Dylan indicating with his hand opening and closing to imitate a mouth talking, that he should say something. Dylan is unsure at first and slowly whispers: