Sinclair winces, listening to the solid crack of something blunt on something soft and breakable. It's nothing he hasn't heard a thousand times, and as much as it seems like it's something you'd never get over. Well. He got over it pretty quickly.

It would have been more convenient if they had killed each other, but you win some, you lose some.

He pushes himself away from the wall, now that the coast is clear, and starts heading back to his apartment.

And makes it about ten seconds before he hears heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, accompanied by a merry whistling. Great. Time for a re-route.

If he turns down this hallway it won't lead him straight to his apartment, but with any luck, taking the long way around will make sure the area is cleared out before he comes back to it. It's better to keep moving anyway.

The hallway passes by an opening, a lobby of sorts, and as he approaches it he can hear more arguing. Not as angry this time, though. A bit quieter, and it sounds like more of a debate than an actual argument.

Sinclair looks around to see where he might be able to hide in case they start towards him. There's nowhere. So he presses himself to the wall and listens by the doorway.