Boromir tucks his CiD and sandwich away, and picks up a bar cloth to wipe the gore off his sword, before following suit. He listens carefully for a moment. The chaos throughout the city can still be heard but it has kept its distance in this short meeting. He keeps to a wall and tries his best to keep directly out of sight, peering down the street. No immediate threat that he can see, and so he goes to unsecure the door for Integra and her horse.

"May a brighter star shine upon that meeting," he says, still keeping watch. "For now, I wish you well Sir Integra, and that the wind rides with you."