Unlike most people, Fynn does understand where his colleague is coming from. He understands better than most. Truth be told, Fynn is a little surprised that not more people are taking up arms against Retrospec. Is the general public really this sickeningly passive? Seems so. This whole debacle reminds him of something dark, a distant memory he simply can't touch upon. Fynn been weighing in on his memories about Cocoon as of late, his dreams haunted by a past he utterly forgotten until recently. It should go without saying that Fynn feels like he's losing his mind during all this but he doesn't dare voice it. There's just too many people who depend on him, one too many.

So when he drives up to the lonely bus stop, Fynn masks all the worries and doubts yet again. He replaces it all with genuine concern and a smile. Oh, and coffee. He stopped by one of those 24 hour delis along the way to fetch them some coffee. It's a little cool out here tonight and Fynn thought his colleague would appreciate something warm. Recollé PD might not like donuts but all of them certainly like caffeine well enough.

"You look like hell." Fynn says as he closes the car door behind him. That beautifully silver Nissan GTR definitely looks like and oddity here by the bus stop but it fits in with the gray backdrop of this sleepy city. "I'm guessing the look is appropriate all things considered." Fynn jokes as he approaches with coffee at hand.

"Here you go." He says with a faint smile. "Something to chase away the cold."