"Dunaway.."
Yuuta thought about the inappropriateness of making a joke in a situation where Boston and Cora were about halfway convinced that they needed to attack this man with a limp and decided against it. He noticed the limp the moment Myles stood up and perhaps it was the way the man phrased his sentence so unexpectedly polite that Yuuta was inclined to trust what Myles was telling them. Yuuta could only guess that Boston and Cora were still apprehensive towards Myles, he did not mind their guarded personality, at least Boston cared to give him some cover and then Cora probably felt like she needed to do something.
Not really taking control of the matter in a direct way, Yuuta introduced himself, " I am Yuuta, uh nice to meet you." Yuuta imagined that the awkwardness of the situation could drown all of them at that moment. He hoped that Wade would take over the situation and tell them what to do, in his own militaristic style. Of course, Yuuta was afraid that he could make a mistake in trusting Myles, he was absolutely frightened of what Myles had just said about other people nearby, he had the urge to just dash out of the building but then.. "Then what?" he thought.
" You know, I agree with you, we have to go, " Yuuta said to Myles looking to Boston and Cora for support. He had somewhat implied that Myles seemed to be in their "we" group but who cares about the details now - he did not have any say in who joins their odd gang. He wanted to say, "We have to get out off here fast, get Francis and Kitty. Why the hell are they still standing there? We should get all our people and go." but he could not muster the courage to do so. One for cowardice, zero for leadership.
He ran back to where Rio and Jessica were. He knew Rio was definitely ready for action but before Yuuta could figure out what Wade was doing, he was shocked by Jessica. She had definitely drank some alcohol and despite what she thought about herself, her eerie smirk and her disposition made Yuuta doubt her sobriety. Yuuta just pulled her up on her feet, without judging or any words of comfort, as if it was just the matter of making her stand up and appear less dysfunctional. He only hope that the others were getting Frank and Kitty back. The group that were heading towards them, looked worse than menacing, they looked desperate.