Bob's expression didn't change except his eyebrows furrowed and his lips tightened just slightly. He followed Midnighter's lead into the alley easily, letting his cape swish behind him and refusing, for a moment, to meet his gaze. The siren's blare was still shrill to his sensitive ears but he tuned it out, with effort.

"What do you want me to say, Midnighter?" He said, finally.