[ he'd ignored the comm device for the most part since coming to the City---didn't have a need for that hunk of junk when for the most part, all that filtered through was bullshit and the deranged rants of the sick. He'd broken his after that boy had posted, saying that Rikki was dead, so he hadn't known she was back until Wu and Danny disappeared from the apartment with a shriek of "SHE'S HOME!".

Instead of going straight to Rikki---she'd be dogpiled by people she'd like to see more than him, he'd been sure---he went after Danny.

He gave him his space, only catching up to the familiar warm beacon that was Danny-flavored-Shou-Lao-chi when it held still in a flickering candle over the skyline.

Orson approached silently out of habit. Cleared his throat. ]