Coming out to the turtle's head was maybe more of a miscalculation than Devin realized; it was more populated than he'd like, but he was just trying to find some semblance of relief and privacy and he couldn't actually stay holed up in the Hotel forever. He had responsibilities, and more to the point, the turtle's head was still quieter than the city itself.

The last thing he expected out of coming here was a young man he didn't know racing to his defense. Devin turned, uncharacteristic fear in his eyes, and glanced from Leo to the ghosts.

One of the shades who shared Devin's height and build sneered at the intruder. "Children are expected to listen to their elders," his father hissed.

"This has nothing to do with you, kid," Devin cautioned. He balled his hands into fists to get them to stop shaking. "Just an... unwelcome reunion. Move along."