[The keys hadn't been too hard, Red thought, once he knew what to look for. He'd gambled a little with some of the stern, suit-wearing men, who'd just laughed at his canine appearance and let him win a little money for "dog food." After that, he'd walked into one of the illicit drinking establishments and blown his winnings on booze for everybody. That distracted them long enough for him to rifle through the jackets and get two sets of keys, although... it was probably memorable enough to get him in serious trouble later.]
[Still, Red doesn't know this, so he's walking contentedly through the streets when he spots an oddly dressed - even for this area - man hiding carefully in an alley. Maybe he was taking refuge from the mobsters, Red thought, but even so, it wasn't right to leave him unprotected. Honestly, he didn't look very physically capable...]
[Red saunters up to Robert, grinning happily (and a bit nervously.)] Hey, need a hand? You look a bit lost.
third day, in Gangland
[Still, Red doesn't know this, so he's walking contentedly through the streets when he spots an oddly dressed - even for this area - man hiding carefully in an alley. Maybe he was taking refuge from the mobsters, Red thought, but even so, it wasn't right to leave him unprotected. Honestly, he didn't look very physically capable...]
[Red saunters up to Robert, grinning happily (and a bit nervously.)] Hey, need a hand? You look a bit lost.