[ He does, and the knife stays in hand, but he isn't exactly the type that's going to put it down just because he recognizes the voice. Though he isn't exactly looking to lob it out into the dark either.

His eyes scan the shadows, though Silco doesn't have the luxury of closing his, so one of his eyes is a pinprick in the too-dark night. ]

And you think I'm interested in carting you back to our little... jails for the night? Please. I'm just looking for a place to smoke.

[ And to get the FUCK away from being around too many people. One or two? Sure. But these groups? Silco doesn't settle well with the experience. ]