[Good, he should feel guilty! Hazel had a whole few minutes of wondering if he'd escaped somehow and left Hazel here by himself! It was... a strange few minutes, to say the least.

He puts his hands on his hips, considering the other man and then canting his head to one side to look past him, toward the end of the street in the distance.]

That's some impressive calculatin'. Ya do that all in your head? [He doesn't see a calculator or pen and paper or anything, but you never know...]

Which direction do ya figure they're comin' at us from with all this? Street's got two ends.