"Nice shot!"
Joseph threw a salute at Charlotte as she finished the aggressor with one swift, graceful move. It was some display of skill that she pulled out.

As the bunch was processing the information he had given, the mafia pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and held it by his mouth. Joseph approached him as he pointed out that his lighter would be in his chest pocket.
"He's a mafia, Joseph! How can you trust the information from a man like him?"
Smokey asked him with concern.
"I can trust it because he is a mafia. He works for the ones who pay him, and would never give away their trust. However!"
Joseph planted a punch in the man's guts.
"Though he speaks the truth, I cannot forgive him for bringing such a depressing news for grandmother Erina!"
Leaving the sprawled man behind, Joseph returned to Erina and calmed her down with a hug. Though she was afraid, she wasn't just afraid for Speedwagon. She was afraid that this would be an old destiny crawling back to Joseph, the horror coming back.
'If it is my fate coming for me, I'll greet it with open arms.' Joseph thought to himself.