"Why? Would you miss me?", Devil responded without missing a beat, clearly find himself entertaining.
"I might not always stay with the pack, but I wont leave you to the hunters. I don't run like that."
"You have your methods, I have mine. That's why I'm here."
Devil received the information to his commlink, just he heard Collider's vehicle start. It crossed his mind that perhaps they should meet a couple of hours later in the morning, but he kept the thought to himself, deciding that it would make him seem even more questionable to the group to voice it. Having your own way of doing things was one thing, but not being a team player was another altogether.
A few seconds later he reappeared with the usual special effects, though now he was much closer to the others, with a large shotgun pistol resting in his crossed arms. Fluidly holstering the beast, he slipped through the door, and began stalking off into the drenched shipping yard.
"Sure, I know that building. Nice digs. ....I'll see you all bright and early.", he called out, over the sound of the rain. With his back turned, he absently raised a hand in the air, as if to say goodbye. At least he was 'trying' to seem friendly now, in his own distrustful, distant way.