No, of course not.

Dago was pretty unused to seeing the normally talkative Hakan quiet and focused. He figured whatever he was listening to was important, so Dago stayed quiet as well. He had no idea what this was all about, aside from snatches of words he thought he understood, but none of them made sense or gave him even a clue. He couldn’t follow what the person with a megaphone was saying, so his attention began to wander.

He caught a whiff of something strange coming from behind them. He turned around and the smell got stronger. He swore he knew what the scent was, but couldn’t immediately place it… It smelled… like a chemical… but which one? He realized that this was an extremely dangerous situation and he shouldn’t be standing around trying to figure out what the smell was. He grabbed Hakan’s arm and forcefully dragged him away from the crowd.

“Hey! Dago, leggo!” Hakan cried.

Dago didn’t pay any mind to Hakan, but heard him drop the things in his hand. Fuck, it was gasoline he smelled he realized. He dragged Hakan away faster, making the other man try to run to keep up with him. Dago shoved through the crowd as fast as he could. People were shoving them back and starting to get angry.