Given enough time, it would become muscle memory. He sincerely hopes he won't be here that long.

"I might, if I need something they sell," Devin returns, the corners of his mouth turning up into a wry smile. "When you've been fighting in streets like this for as long as I have, young lady, you learn that every second, every step, every breath saved can be the difference between life and death. Just because it fails to make sense to you does not mean it's wasteful."