Something was burning in the distance. It was too far away for Reptile to tell what it was, but at a guess he'd say it was just a barbecue. He flicked out his long tongue and tasted the air and took in a deep breath of air. The sea-scent was strong here, almost overpowering when he focused on it. He smelt the others of SAFE, like normal humans but not quite, different somehow in a way he couldn't explain to himself. There was the usual tangled mess of hormones and their related emotions, encrusted sweat from the heat, bits of dirt and dead skin, perfumes and soaps - someone had switched to a new shampoo, he noticed - but beneath there was an undercurrent of...of wrongness? No, that wasn't right. Never mind, it was of little importance. The burning was most likely a barbecue, he decided.

He stepped down from where he'd been sitting, atop one of the highest points of the building, and continued his patrol along the peak of the rooftop. His eyes darted around, watching for vantage points, chokepoints, sudden movements, people he didn't know, anything that could potentially be a threat. He found nothing new. He did spot a pigeon sitting in a tree, though. He smiled slightly to himself, ripped out a chunk of loose concrete from the roof - weak construction, a powerful firearm could punch through it easily - tested the weight with a couple of experimental throws, took aim at the pigeon and hurled it.

The pigeon flew off as soon as it saw the lump of concrete, and it smashed harmlessly into the tree. Reptile growled in irritation and continued on his way, muttering to himself. Nothing was untoward. He recognised everyone's scent - the two subadults, the man in metal armour, the athlete, the armless man, the federal agent, the runner, nothing new. His stomach grumbled. He hadn't eaten anything in about a day, too busy patrolling, and he knew the nearest fridge was in the break room. Didn't know what was in there though, hopefully some meat or something. Another rumble from his belly made up his mind. He dug his claws into the white concrete and crawled along the walls toward the break-room windows, scales reflexively turning white to match his background. When he got there, he stuck the sharp points of his claws into the tiny gap at the bottom of the window and slid it up, before pulling himself into the room.