"We could do something," he says. "Fuck off somewhere else or something." Kavinsky was probably dead to the world now, and even if Proko is a little tempted to try something on him, he doesn't want to have a pissed off Bulgarian waking up and beating on him or something. And he doesn't want Skov walking back in.

Jiang's company isn't offensive, even comfortable. Might be better than hanging around here.