Rin was quite sure his brother was in an alley nearby them, he was certain even. Hell, absolutely sure. The familiar voice that struck him from hearing the 'fuck!' made him widen his eyes, and he grinned a little bit to himself. Yeah, that was definitely Shiki. He wouldn't be excited about his help, and he really doubted his pride was too excited about losing a fight. To honestly say, Rin thought he was picking up his brother's pride issues as of late. (And his monologuing, but he wouldn't admit that.)

He walked with his katana out, since he'd pulled it out once they were on the ground, and made his way towards the alley. The sound of it sheathing was made obvious, and he stepped into the alley with a concerned look on his face. "Nii-san?" And there he was. He could see the obvious sign of leather and crosses and black and red. Shiki. He hadn't changed a bit since he last saw him, and because it was the Shiki he had seen last.