The narration diiiiiies over here. Hey, Sonny makes things happen that we never expect to.

All the time. ..that came out wrong somehow.

"I'm good at doing the assessing," he says with a smirk that falls into a grimace. Fucking people. "It's situations like this that make me wonder why I'm putting all the effort into doing good for a city full of so many fuckin' idiots..."

Sonny says that jokingly. The narration thinks.

Maybe.

It's Russian. Sonny recognizes it, but he only knows a few words. He shakes his head a few times at the woman, says something back to her in the few words of Russian that he does know. It's very possibly Shut up as she looks like she's going to smack him before she slams the door shut in their faces.

"...I'm a charmer."

There's a long pause.

"Have I mentioned that before? Feels like I have. I'm a real charming fellow."

Sonny takes a step back from the door. "Lets say we... start out toward that apartment building Grumpy Britches pointed out. I'll use the ball again, see what it comes up with. Kinda limited on number of uses but I'm thinking this is important enough to warrant it."

It's the most perfect day.

"...you want to try it out?" is what he'll ask when they get to the apartment building.

Yes, Deb, do you want to try out his ball?