"Really? Just like that?" The excited anticipation was replaced by weariness, though a little bit of soon-to-be-crushed hope snuck in there somehow. It wasn't anything about Alle personally, but even among his friends - he had more than one, really - people didn't just... give things away like that. Information? Useless shit? Just a single smoke? Maybe. But a carton in a place where they were so hard to come by just made Badou want to call bullshit. He believed in peace and love but not charity. He wasn't crazy.

And even if he was, it just felt too fucking weird.

Though he thought it was suicidal to admit it in any way, he was sort of relived that Allelujah's doctor seemed to know more than he should because it meant Makiko hadn't just singled him out and found a little more than what would be in the police files. He could just be reading too much into her. Didn't make it any more comfortable to wonder how either of their doctors knew that kind of thing.

"And whoever it was wouldn't sell you out unless..." Allelujah could finish that thought by himself. He was a big boy. Depressing thought though, imagining your secrets being ripped out of your friend's skull. "Man, this place is fucked up. I'm still all for burninating the offices." He grinned lazily. "Hey, does that mean I'm special because I know about your kill-happy side?"