If Devero takes offense to that-- and he does!-- he keeps it to himself. He focuses on the 'end' of the alley, on planting his feet just right for the soaring jump across nothingness to the other side of the block.

He's judged it just right, outstretched hands catching a pipe exposed from the space between levels to interrupt and redirect his momentum. He swings himself into the room below, hitting the floor with enough control to tuck and roll to absorb the rest of his momentum. Unfortunately, he did not have enough to aim, so he slams into a couch after a couple of tumbles.

Fucking ow. He's just going to. Stay here for a minute. Don't mind him.