( *Blush* Well, thanks again!

)
David was in the cafe as well. He was in his civilian clothing at the time, so he was unarmed. "Agh!" He coughed, sheilding his eyes from the blinding light of the small explosions from the flames. He involuntarily reached for his pistol, but it wasn't there. He coughed some more, looking for a makeshift weapon.
Nova reminded himself that breathing smog wasn't good for lungs, but he didn't have to worry now. His human body was so mutated and gnarled that it didn't matter. He just despised fresh air, and the smog made him feel stronger for some reason. He inhaled fumes from the fire on the roof of a nearby building.