[ The red shoes move within Yin Han's vision until they're by his side. An arm scoops under and around him until Ash can act as a temporary crutch. ]

We have to get out of here. The cops might come; they might not. It's a toss-up.

[ It's possible nobody will report the shot. Sometimes, someone will. It's better to be gone on the off-chance someone makes the call.

The guy has an accent. He was one person to three men. Somehow, it's doubtful he started the altercation. Why the hell couldn't assholes let people be? He's this shaken up by the attack, and while it's something worthy of shock, it shows he's not accustomed to these kinds of situations. No one should be so why the need to make one more traumatized person? ]

If we wait too long, they'll be able to identify us by the snow angels we'll leave behind.

[ Hoping the guy doesn't fight Ash's lead and offering a slightly light-hearted line, he begins to walk. It's cold, but his bar isn't too far away. Victim of not, he isn't taking the guy back to his own room so something in the bar will suffice. As his base, there are backrooms available. ]