A moment ago, Albert was moving through the alleys of the District looking for stragglers, trying to get very civilian he can find out of the hot zone. It's a bit easier now that the firing has started, and without Black Tom putting bullets through civilian heads from the rooftops. He would feel a bit bad about putting his own shot into the self-style super villain if it hadn't meant so many lives, but a moment ago he was trying not to think much about it.

Now, however, now Albert's on the ground with a cursing Japanese twenty-something having bowled him over trying to escape from--

Gunfire. Well, he can't blame the boy.

Without a word Albert hauls himself to his feet and grabs the wizard's arm a second later. Then they're moving into a door and hunkering down under a blown-out window, Albert crouched with his back to the wall and his rifle at the ready. He doesn't admonish Haruto for running into him, doesn't even seem particularly perturbed at having to scramble to his feet.

"How many?" He mouths, barely any breath to give the words noise.