"It's a thing," Dave vaguely explains, shrugging a shoulder as though dismissing his Balthazar's... er. Unorthodox methods.

He toys with the cap of his water bottle while replying to Horvath. "In my lab-slash-training-grounds. It's an old subway turnaround in Greenwich Village. Which... I don't remember how far it is from here. The last time I was here—"

Dave cuts himself off by literally biting his tongue, then flinches. "Uh. Nevermind."