"You'd be surprised how few shits the average New Yorkian gives," Seth answers in reply to Daniel's bloodied shoulder.

He nods and reaches into Daniel's pocket, realising his hands are trembling a little. He checks the wallet, and yeah, there should be enough for at least one night's hotel, but Seth is definitely going to withdraw much more as soon as he can. Just in case the rebels are capable of blocking Daniel's cards.

"Alright," he answers, pocketing the wallet, nodding nervously. He takes off his hoodie after all, draping it over Daniel's shoulder, hiding the worst of it. "If anyone asks, um, I'll just say you've cut yourself and we're heading to the hospital, and that it's not as bad as it looks. Just keep it covered. Ready to keep going?"