[Keep your eyebrows to yourself, Jin. That's what he's thinking. But he doesn't say it. He doesn't want to start bickering. He doesn't want to start anything, not with Jin, not right now. Not until they get out of here. All of his attention has to be focused on Fugo, if they're going to get out of here at all.]

[Fugo's fingers are cold. He runs his thumb along the side of his hand and gives him another smile, reassuring this time. Then he spares a moment to glance towards four o'clock, giving it a once-over before nodding sharply and turning back to Fugo again.]

[Is he going to speak to Jin without looking at him again? Absolutely.]

Please save your questions and smartass commentary for later, yes. For the moment, you're going to walk ahead and make away through all these people for us. Go the quickest way you can find. We'll stay right behind you as long as you keep a steady pace. No running. Keep calm.

That goes for you too. [This is to Fugo, now.] I trust Jin. You need to trust him too. And I know you trust me, va bene?

[He nudges Fugo forward, behind Jin and in front of him--he'll bring up the rear--although he doesn't let go of Fugo's hand.]

Tell me all the different ways to pick a lock. By the time you've gone through them all, we'll be there.