Several seconds passed.
The crowd continued thinning around Don in slow waves.
Some people moved toward the registration tables with reluctant purpose while others headed for the exits without looking back.
A few remained rooted in place like statues, still trapped somewhere between fear and obligation.
Don didn't move with either group.
To anyone nearby, he probably looked undecided.
In reality, his thoughts were already moving.
Pyro glanced sideways at him.
A tired smile pulled faintly at the older hero's mouth.
"No need to hurry, huh?" he said. Then after a moment, "You think they'll let us choose what type of operation we get?"
Don looked at him briefly.
Very slight surprise flickered behind his eyes before disappearing again.
Pyro had already assumed he was staying.
Interesting.
Apparently somewhere along the way, the older hero had placed Don into that category. Someone who stepped forward automatically when things went bad.
