He runs through the possibilities, and he knows that at 3am in the city, it could be anyone, and they could want anything.
He reaches a lighted doorway, ducks just inside, waits for the person to draw level.
His friend laughs. "Gotcha! Payback for what you did to my towels last week."
The smile vanishes when Dom punches him in the stomach and walks away, leaving Orlando groaning on the pavement.