Grease didn't have to be told twice, he was already gone, blazing towards the Natural History Museum, leaving a trail of tar in his wake. He knew that he ought to listen to the other conduit, with the suit, but he didn't really care enough to wait. Before he left, he slapped a wad of cash down on the bar, saying a simple "Keep the change."
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Pain grimaced, having already expended far too much of his power and energy. He shot another look at the drunk sand girl, sighing. "I suppose that's fair, in all honesty." He said, referring to the comment that he should take care of Jen getting home. He shook his head, a bit dissapointed by the groups overall lack of reasoning that the ragtag group sported.

"I suppose that if we're truly going to risk our lives and powers on a simple Hail Mary attempt, we might as well get it over with..." Pain said, seeing all of the people leaving to go to the Natural History Museum. He ignored the pain that centered behind his eyes, a clear indication to him that his power had been expended too quickly.

Pain noticed the look he received from one of the conduits, a woman who he didn't know. It was clear that she didn't like him shooting down her plan. "Take it easy, we're still going to the Museum in your little suicide run. We just won't murder anyone. Yet." He said, a friendly smile on his face, thinly veiling an angry expression.

He had to take a moment to fully acknowledge what Scorn had done in a matter of seconds, but when he did take in the information, he knew that there was quite a bit of potential. A horrifying shadow conduit, leading a gang, supposedly someone who was extremely... well, insane, to put it simply, was already a valuable asset. However, finding out that she had a short temper, and a soft spot centering on her real name, Chloe? That was priceless.

Before he even thought about leaving, he took the advice of one of the conduits, and turned to Jen. "Listen now, I'm going to attempt to help you." He said to her. "We all know that you're drunk, and we can't afford to deal with that. Now, if I'm going to help you, you can't resist, you have to let me do my work." He said slowly, as if he were talking to an angry animal. He peered deep into her eyes, attempting to disperse the dopamine in her brain, knowing very well that if even the slightest thing interrupted him in the delicate process, he would be in a world of pain.