"I was full of curiosity as to your hurry, and I have all the time in the world before I must be in any particular place," The Fugitive grinned as he spoke; his lips twitching up just as he said the world 'time'. Yes, he had time, alright. He felt his own pocketwatch heavy in his waistcoat, tapped a momentary finger on it before his hand flitted to his mouth. Drawing his cigar from his lips, he gestured from one side of the metal-strewn counter to the other, a smoky trail hovering over the parts.

"Why is the pace of the heartbeat so very important?" he asked, his tone somewhat absent.