"Yeah, no shit." Someone's still in a grumpy mood after those earlier conversations. But whatever; Mello is, if nothing else, intensely pragmatic, and sulking here while the city went to shit around them just wouldn't be productive.

He's already got his jacket and sunglasses on and his pistol in hand, because he's absolutely not going to take any chances once they step outside the door. If - more likely when - something comes at them, even an extra second of reaction time can count a great deal.

"I'm sure you already saw it, but Hope said that anyone taking shelter in one of their temples will be affected by the corresponding emotion. Mildly." Which Mello still doesn't like, but if it's a choice between relative safety with unwanted feelings and less certain safety without any additional emotional component, he'll take the former.