Rohaan let his eyes drift closed as he inventoried his bumps, bruises, and scrapes. The escape had been easy enough, though his knuckles were bruised from punching out two men. It was his capture that really did the damage though. Rohaan always went down fighting, and not going quietly always came with its consequences. "I didn't know you spoke other languages," he said, his tone soft and tired. "Is English your first language? It's not mine," he dropped casually, though Alexa had never heard him speak anything other than English. He did have a faint remnant of an unidentified accent, though. 

Alexa handed him something and he sort of blindly took it, only belatedly opening his eyes to see what it was. As soon as he identified the gun, he held it between his pinched fingers like it was a piece of rotting garbage, or a dangerous snake. "Ugh," he grunted, his distaste obvious. "Might have to find a good place to melt this down tomorrow. A thing this sinister doesn't deserve to exist in this world." For being a man of violence, he had surprisingly strong feelings towards guns in general, but especially specialized ones like this pistol. Rohaan had been shot once, and the evidence was an ugly, shiny scar that marred the plane of his left thigh. He was lucky it didn't hit anything more vital than some muscles, though on especially cold days, he occasionally had a bit of a stiff gait. He thought they were merciless weapons that gave undeserving people undeserved power. He might be living in an empty husk of a building, but he wouldn't put that in someone's hands for any money. Rohaan tossed it beside his shoes on the floor and melted back into the couch. At least Alexa had gotten what they'd come there for, though he was still convinced the whole thing was a setup anyway. If it was, they'd sell that tech to whoever was the biggest threat to the law and watch the fools who set them up burn. That was Rohaan's plan anyway.

It wasn't long before sleep took him. He never even got the chance to lay down, he just fell asleep where he sat semi-upright on the couch, head lolled back against the back cushions. His dreams were hazy and surreal, though not particularly memorable except that they were a bit disorienting. It was even more disorienting to be ripped from them back into the waking world by Alexa's call of his name. "Hnngh?" He sat up, though he swayed a little. There were evidently men searching her apartment. Some distant part of him had some knowledge of the protections Alexa put over the places she lived, and marveled at the fact they'd made it in. "Wait, what? Ugh, that sounds like a [I]you[/I] problem," he said, though he was already rubbing his face and trying to bring himself to be awake enough to put on his boots. "Do you know who?" He was so, so tired and was now slightly less warm since he was no longer melded with the couch cushions and all he wanted was to go back to bed but he offered, "you want me to go check it out? Don't think they'd notice a bird in the window."