[ That's not unusual in Ash's line of work. A lot of his men have nobody to call. Sometimes, it's that nobody cares, sometimes it's that they lost the people who did care. At their age, they've lost the 'cuteness' that made society give a damn, and they're either freshly adults or close enough that they're expected to navigate the world on their own.

Yin Han is the latter. He's too put together and too shocked by this life to have experienced being alone for too long. That's harsh, too. Probably, his loss is fresh enough to still be painful, and Ash doesn't push for harsh details if they're not needed. ]

It's not safe for a guy who can't stand to be walking around this part of New York. It's an extra bed so you don't have to rush out tonight.

[ So, he doesn't push about the 'why'. It isn't his business. Ash can't stop the assumptions and guesses, but his mind has been trained. Nurture tells him to be aware of everything about everybody; nature tells him to mind his own business if knowing isn't helpful. ]

I took some shots, too, so cops will be doing some patrols. That sounds helpful, but they'll be looking for somebody to pin this one on until they move on to the next shooting tomorrow.

[ He smirks. The situation probably feels horrifyingly huge to the guy. ]

Welcome to New York.