For once, Rasu thinks better of opening his mouth again. Partly because he can see the flashing lights of the approaching police officer.

The officer takes down notes of both their accounts while two others scour the location for bits of evidence-- including a scrape of Rasu's shoe. By the time they're free to go, it's after 2, and Rasu at least is ready to crash. He'd been about to go to bed when he remembered the wearable and it's only gotten later since.

"How far is your commute?" He asks. Not that it's going to make a difference to whether he carries out his earlier offer. He's just curious.