[Steve hops back when the fellow makes a pained noise. He smells of blood and burns. Blake frowns.]

Goddamn. You look like hammered shit.

[Just like when they hauled him in. By all rights the bastard shouldn't've been standing.]

[He breaks his gaze and stays in this world.]

Nah. Some of the ones out in the field are a pain in the ass, but the ones in the cities are usually friendly. Who knows where they show up from-- all right, all right! I'm coming!

[Blake heads toward the door so the damn balloon will leave him alone, and jerks his head at Ethan to follow him.]

Get moving. You wanna see your kid or not?