"Yeah, you know you can have some, you don't have to ask." Hide says simply with a soft smile, though it looked a bit pained with how the right side of his face was looking at the moment. He quickly pushed himself up from the floor and set his own cup of tea down onto the counter. Quickly he pulled out another, slightly larger mug and placed it beside the four other tea infusers. He lightly motions towards the four tins he shoved in one of the counter corners. "There is Lemon, Mint, Peach, and some fancy-ass french name I cannot pronounce correctly. I got some of the fancy-french stuff, its not too bad, rather sweet though with a bit of a bitter after taste. Feel free to have more than one cup, too. But if you want more of a certain kind, you'll have to tell me so I can poke at my boss for some. Apparently she's got a huge collection of this tea stuff."

He wasn't going to ask about the scream, not unless she brought it up herself. He wasn't going to comment on how miserable she looked, either. It just was not in his nature to do so unless he felt it was necessary. And at the moment, he thought she needed some good, warm tea. And maybe a hug or a cuddle. But that was not his place, so instead he would gladly offer her anything he possibly could. 

Hide wasn't fully paying attention when Roman entered, or even noticed when he had. As he looked up though, he caught sight of the bird's cage on the counter and the rabbit... his eyes quickly found the pack of cigarettes. A grin forces itself onto his face, or well, part of it. At this point, the right side of his face was starting to sport the colorings of a bruise all along his jaw and cheekbone. He quickly swipes the pack from the small table and opens the top, counting each toxic stick within the small container. 

"Cigarettes, sweet. Thanks Roman, I'll be sure to pay you back next week." And with that, Hide practically slipped himself out of the kitchen and away from all the commotion that was starting after Snow had arrived with food. "I am going out to smoke really quickly. Be sure to save some food for me." He mumbles softly before slipping right out the door to the apartment without another word, not even bothering to stick around to hear any complaints or anything else of the alike. One might have thought that the fire and nearly suffocating because of it would have caused him to stop smoking, but all it had done was cause him to smoke more than he ever had. That, and he no longer asked people to sit with him while he smoked.

The very early morning chill did not even seem to phase him as he hobbled down the side of the apartment and made his way across the street. He didn't feel comfortable smoking that close to the apartment, something about it just sent triggers all throughout his mind and he lost his nerve to even shove one of the thin sticks between his lips. With a light shake of his head though, he digs into his pocket and pulls out a small zippo lighter and then goes about pulling out a cigarette to light. It was so quiet out, but he knew in just a few hours the streets would be filled with cars and people rushing to work or to take their children to school. A soft sigh escapes him as his shoulders slump, staring down at the cigarette he now held between two fingers gently.

But he did not have time to dwell on a single thought as something slammed into his back, sending him flying forward onto the cold concrete. Thankfully he caught himself before his face smacked into it first, but it did not do much good as an unseen force slams down onto his back, causing him to drop to the ground anyway. Before he was even able to register that he was chest first on the ground, he was put under assault by what he could only assume were utterly vicious stomping. Pain exploded all along the left side of his ribs where he could feel the painfully sharp heel digging through his skin and crushing whatever it hit. The feeling of his ribs being crushed was not something he would soon forget.

The stomping of the left side of his rib cage continued for what felt like ages, the air forced from his lungs, he was hardly able to breathe aside from gasping breaths between each stomp. His eyes were glued shut at this point, having started to tear-up after the first crushing stomp, they burned. Eventually though the stomping did come to a stop, it was followed by nothing but the sounds of Hide's own pained sounds of gasping desperately for air that just did not want to fill his lungs correctly. The pain from his shattered ribs was just too much, blood had even started to trickle from the corners of his mouth... 

His few moments of trying to catch his breath did not last long as a powerful force slammed into his stomach, hard enough to send him flying into the ally between the other apartment buildings and head first into an old, rusty green dumpster. He slunk to the ground like a sack of bricks, landing in a heaping pile of whimpering and choked sobbing sounds. He was still desperately trying to catch his breath, but it just wasn't happening right, especially after such a powerful blow to the stomach. It hurt too much, way too much. 

Hide would have been thankful for the fact that whatever had attacked him had left just as they had appeared, without a single trace. No scent, no presence, no nothing. He had not even caught a glimpse of whatever it was while he was being stepped on. Though his eyes had already been very blurry after the first stomp, so no one could really blame him for that. And while he really wanted to think how stupid he would look trying to explain how he had managed to shatter all these ribs on thin air, he wasn't sure what else he could tell anyone. He hadn't seen anything more than bits of shadows, there was nothing to report.

With small shallow breaths, Hide merely continues to lay there among the trash while his mind still attempted to catch up to what had happened. But he really couldn't think far past how bad he hurt, it almost felt like each breath was stabbing knives into his lungs, did he even have any skin remaining on his left side? Would anyone find him here? He was quite sure he wasn't able to make much noise, he could hardly breathe... and whatever was hitting him didn't make a sound, either. Maybe someone would remember he didn't like to smoke by himself, or maybe they would at least look outside to check. He could only hope. 

Panic had start to mix in with his pain, though it did not seem like it would do much good. As he continued to struggle to catch his breath, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his consciousness slipped into nothing.