[He doesn't speak up immediately. What to say... This whole situation brings up bad memories. The facts...they're looking so similar. What he's seeing now and what he dealt with two years ago... He wants to be wrong about it, but he can't shake the feeling this is all not a coincidence.]

I know the Almina crew's here.

[It's an admittance and for once he doesn't look like a complete clown. Rather there's a dispirited seriousness that probably doesn't seem to suit a colorful guy like him.]

I came across a lot of skeletons. Some were mutated or in the process of mutating like the people in the subway. The ones with this were different. I won't say they were an angel's, but... I've ripped the wings off a hell of a lot of angels and I know what that looks like on a corpse. Someone had cut the wings off of this person.