Something familiar, but something-- not quit right, too. But for the moment, Ace perked. Tail up, alert. He trusts that voice. Bruce follow's the dog's lead. Another burst of speed will cost him, but his pills were in his pocket and he'd take then when he could.

The old wound in his leg burned, but he managed his lopsided gait as fast as he could.

"What I wouldn't give for a speakeasy with an entry into the sewers," he muttered.