Cian inclined his head in the direction the two had been walking when Noah had arrived on the that side of the strip, starting to walk again, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

"Nothin' too hard t' find around these parts," he grinned. "A good meal, nice company, maybe a bout or two," he said, sidestepping a gaggle of giggling girls who were doing a poor job of hiding their glances at the two men.