Oh, Castiel had given an answer this time, and a bit of extra information, too! If he was looking for an exit, he must not have wanted to be here, either. Izaya smiled to himself as he walked with the man down the hallway.
"So, are you from America?" he asked, deciding to ask directly to confirm his assumptions.
He kept his flashlight on as they walked; he couldn't move as stealthily as before now that he was no longer alone, but there were so many people out of doors anyway... It wasn't exactly a crowd, but one more person wouldn't stand out, either. He swung the light back and forth to look for anything particularly noteworthy. They passed a hall branching off to the left—possibly where Castiel had come from, in which case it might lead to more rooms—and another set of stairs to the right.
Castiel had stopped to check a door on the right. By his own admission the other man didn't know his way around the building, so Izaya continued walking.
"I'll check around up ahead," Izaya said as he passed him, keeping a friendly note to his voice. If Castiel found the way out or anything of interest through that door, Izaya would find out one way or another: either the man would tell him or else he would go inside. Either would be telling enough.
He approached a stretch of hall with doors on either side; the doors to the left were open wide and seemed unlikely to be an exit because of it, but the door on the right was shut. Izaya pulled open that door and pointed his flashlight inside, shining it around the area. He could see a couple more doors and a pair of desks with no one manning them, but that was it. But abandoned though the room was, it looked like a reception area; surely an exit couldn't be too far off, if they really were on the ground floor as he thought.
He looked back at Castiel, who seemed to have lost interest in his own door. "This one could be promising!"
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"So, are you from America?" he asked, deciding to ask directly to confirm his assumptions.
He kept his flashlight on as they walked; he couldn't move as stealthily as before now that he was no longer alone, but there were so many people out of doors anyway... It wasn't exactly a crowd, but one more person wouldn't stand out, either. He swung the light back and forth to look for anything particularly noteworthy. They passed a hall branching off to the left—possibly where Castiel had come from, in which case it might lead to more rooms—and another set of stairs to the right.
Castiel had stopped to check a door on the right. By his own admission the other man didn't know his way around the building, so Izaya continued walking.
"I'll check around up ahead," Izaya said as he passed him, keeping a friendly note to his voice. If Castiel found the way out or anything of interest through that door, Izaya would find out one way or another: either the man would tell him or else he would go inside. Either would be telling enough.
He approached a stretch of hall with doors on either side; the doors to the left were open wide and seemed unlikely to be an exit because of it, but the door on the right was shut. Izaya pulled open that door and pointed his flashlight inside, shining it around the area. He could see a couple more doors and a pair of desks with no one manning them, but that was it. But abandoned though the room was, it looked like a reception area; surely an exit couldn't be too far off, if they really were on the ground floor as he thought.
He looked back at Castiel, who seemed to have lost interest in his own door. "This one could be promising!"