Benedict winced when he heard Ben's yell back in the alleyway. But before he could reveal his hiding spot and chide the over-reactive youth, Ben had taken off down the street. Benedict spent two seconds considering letting the other run himself silly before--much to his Companion's disappointment--the detective gave into his better nature and followed after Ben.

He ran the rooftops where he had taken to hiding to wait out the disturbance. When he came across a rather large gap between buildings he kept running without hesitation and leapt into the air. He wasn't going to make it on his own. Two dark tentacles whipped out to grab hold of the opposite roof and vaulted him onto the building. He kept running without missing a beat.

Eventually, he got ahead enough of Ben to skid to a halt and look down over the edge. There didn't appear to be anyone else in sight for the moment so Benedict decided to chance it. When Ben was within range, another two tentacles shot out and grabbed the youth around the waist before yanking up. The trip was quick from ground to rooftop, the tentacles depositing Ben solidly on the surface then receding and disappearing from the physical realm. Benedict stood in front of Ben, waiting for the young man to register what happened and, hopefully, calm down.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you done yet? That was a completely useless waste of time and effort." Benedict huffed a sigh of hot, annoyed air. "Why would you yell like that after a successful stealthy heist?"