So many feelings rushing around inside of him, they had to come out. They just happened to want to do it all at the same time. Which made for an odd look, but he couldn't stop it. At least being with Iskandar for these many years had brought him around to be more open with his emotions.

"Well, you know, it was more for Waver's sake," he chuckled, pausing to reach back and grasp his hand, moving slower. It was not precisely dark down in the tunnels, but it was hardly bright as it might be on the surface. Years of living there had allowed him to adjust quickly, and he tended to forget others did not.

"It's not far, you can see in just a minute," he promised, turning a few more streets and finally leading Samouel up to an unassuming home that did, indeed, feature a door. Kirk fumbled at his belt for the key to open it up, the shock of Samouel being there suddenly catching up now that there was no audience and his anger was dissipating and with it the adrenaline.