The hard heels of polished black shoes hit the marble pavement, a loud clacking that resounds through the ghost city, interspaced by the clack of the metal head of a cane. The sound echoes from skyscraper to skyscraper, filling the City of Heroes. Of course, the city was profoundly lacking in heroes, or anyone for that matter. However, there was one, huddled in the corner of one of the many buildings that filled this garden of marble, stroking the hair of a serial killer. The sight made Bob smile, as he approached the duo, already recovered from his earlier frustrations. 
"Ah, miss Yang, what a pleasure." Bob took off his top hat and bowed, revealing slick black hair. However, this was only a brief, flourishing gesture, showing Bob's modicum of respect for any who would willingly remain near Mia. However, this situation would soon be amended. "I see you're rather busy. Don't worry. I'm here to take the girl off of your hands. While Stein may have left this location, I have no doubt he still wishes my head, and she would be a welcome hostage." He smiled brightly, expecting Yang to immediately hand over the girl.