Kevin's been running around as well; while the Bureau hadn't given him anything specific for tasks, that didn't mean he didn't have a standing duty to protect the citizenry, and that meant he was trying to keep people out of trouble. Even if Durandal wasn't much to look at, it made for a menacing tool when he fired that first warning sword in any given hooligan's direction. He certainly envied Fuyuka her Barrier Jacket, at least; he's not gotten out of every encounter unscathed. His coat is looking rough, and he's a bit out of breath; there's a shallow cut on his face, which has mercifully stopped bleeding, and he's limping just a touch, though he can pick it up a bit if he bears with a little pain.

Eventually, he meets up with his would-be teammate, smiling faintly when he sees her in largely one piece. "Fuyuka. I trust you've gotten in at least as much trouble as I have? Are you all right?"