Ky was about to chuckle when the crowd of pedestrians began to lurch forward. The citizens of New York City are apparently moving on, with or without them. Barely anyone even looks at them, save for a few giving them strange looks for the outburst, too focused on minding their own business so others could mind theirs.

Ky just isn't the type. When scowling at the crowd proves futile, he reaches out to hold Potemkin's arm and steady the taller man.

"This way, come now." His voice is low and hopefully comforting. "We'd best move along for now."