Adam wasn't exactly in a rush. Noah wasn't going to get any deader if he took a few more minutes to get there so he took his time, ambling through the streets, checking the signs as he went, until he reached the intersection that Peter had messaged him with, stopping his gait and staring out the scene in front of him. Heaving a sigh, Adam crossed over to Peter, clapping him on the shoulder, "Quite the mess to clean up here," He said, frowning down at Noah's body. "Oh, yeah. That's definitely going to leave a stain."
Pausing, Adam glanced around him for a moment before turning to look at him, "Where's the amazing flying screw up?"