"I started working here 2 years ago."
In the middle of the noisy street, Kane and the staff were quietly talking about the things they have to talk about. Right across them, you can see Reis who's leaning against the wall just beside the funeral home's door.
Reis became their lookout while the noises around became their cover.
Kane was sitting in the cemented bench, his legs crossed, while the staff sat beside him, looking all uncomfortable.
"Don't look so tense. You'll get us caught." Kane, with his low and intimidating voice, said.
In result, instead of calming down, the staff just flinched more visibly. Kane couldn't help but massage his forehead in a subtle manner before glancing at every faces of the people around them.
He's trying to familiarize everyone in the street today. Not memorizing, just familiarizing.