"Fuuuckin' hell." Norum grumbles to himself for a few seconds, slowing down to a power walk, "Alright Ryde, I'm sorry, but we gotta have you change targets. I don't care who, just go." He points towards the subway station, urging him with his eyes to move on.
"Daniel," Norum says, paired with pointing at him, still walking, "We night need air support or I'm just gonna have to book it, but frankly with this pea-soup-thick crowd, I don't think I'll have much luck. Up to you."