Nergal stopped when Sato did, feeling the familiar prickle as well and turning his head to glance behind him. "Yeah," he answered, "on the other side of the ICU."
Just his fucking luck. Nergal swore under his breath, trailing off into mutters that slipped between the pre-fall tongue he'd been muttering in earlier and a demonic language or two ending with a very clear, "...bastard."
He pushed his hair back from his face and urged Sato to keep moving forward. "This would be about the time we start to move very fast - if you want to get him out of here at all. I'll be damned if I know why I'm helping you in the first place, but I agreed to this insanity and I plan on seeing it through to the end. But if you don't get out of here soon, I'll loose all the brownie points I've earned with a certain angel I'd really like to touch inappropriately one day." All three of said points.