"Yeah," Axel says, not agreeing so much as just going along with it. "Yeah, let's."

He's regaining his composure, but it's slower than he'd like. It's not often that something really shakes the redhead; when it does, it takes him a bit to get back on his feet.

Mentally, he begins running through a list of things he knows for sure. Things about himself. Things about his life. Slowly but surely, his carefully crafted image reassembles.

By the time they've gotten away from the building, Axel will look as though nothing happened at all.