Firo nearly wanted to laugh at the character of Phil's concern--worrying about hygiene here, really?--but he growled just at the thought of rats. "Those things are gross. We had huge ones back home, especially if you were down at the harbor--one a' the first things you learned on the street was that there was a reason people don't sleep in those nice abandoned warehouses."

Even if it was shelter... Well, the rats had gotten there first and their numbers were greater. A shelter for the night wasn't worth getting chewed to bits.

He shook his head. "I could say the same for you." And, despite the plan they've agreed to, he couldn't help but smile a little as he reached out to punch Phil's shoulder. "Maybe this'll be the time you'll make it out."