The invisibility melted away, the expression on Claude's face tightening as he flickered into view. His face was splattered with blood, the splint that had been holding his nose in place well askew on his face as looked over at Bennet, his eyes wandering the other man's face briefly before locking with his gaze.
"So, what? We're just going to stand here in the middle street like a pair of morons?" Claude asked, lifting an eyebrow at Noah before glancing at the hand that was holding him against the wall. "I'm not looking for a fight, Noah. I'm just looking for some clarification. Even if you've probably got as much idea about what you're doing here as I do."