That was another face Red recognized, though unlike Richard, Red didn't want to chop Kizmat's head off and kick it around like a soccer ball. In fact, for Red, Kizmat was quite the welcome sight in that sewer. After all, he did just take care of the immediate threat of the zombies, though if on purpose or not was unknown.

Red and Sin stepped out of the storage room. Red looked down at the filthy floor at the smoldering corpses of the, well, corpses. He then looked back up at the Lord of Blood, a grin upon his dirty face, still empty-handed, the room vacant as far as usable weapons went.

"You never know who you'll run in to around here I guess."

Red continued to look at Kizmat, not sure why Kizmat was there or how he had managed to dispose of the zombies, merely glad that he hadn't become their next snack. The next rotting corpse in those sewers.

While he of course didn't fully trust Kizmat, as was natural with anyone he knew, he was grateful to possibly have another person there on their side. Sincentius' and his side. Possibly. He didn't know where Kizmat really stood. But after dealing with the vampires and now the zombies, Kizmat was like a mirage in a desert. And even if he wasn't on their side, him saving them from having to deal with the zombies for the time being was a blessing on its own.

There was still the Trinity though. Sincentius said he didn't know who was a part of it. Was it possible that Kizmat was? Red wasn't sure how to tell, waiting for Sin to do or say something, to let Red know just how far he should trust Kizmat. He seemed to understand that place far more than Red did, after all.