Before he can be disappointed that it's just a ruler, Cayde finds himself thrust into another memory. Really, he should have been expecting it by now.

It's intense, an old-fashioned beat-down. A gang? Even pre-Golden Age, people still had the need to belong. Or maybe it's the other way around. Not just for belonging. For survival.

When it's over, Cayde remains kneeling by the closet, turning the ruler over in hands. It's not much of a weapon, but get desperate enough and anything is. His eyes flick up towards the jacket hanging there, recalling it from the flash of a memory as he sets the ruler back in its place.

He can hear it in Chikai's laugh, and when he stands and glances back he sees it, the unease. This isn't right. Well okay, it probably wasn't right to begin with, but since when has Cayde minded his own business? He holds his gloved hands up in a visible show that, okay, maybe he should stop touching All the Things.

"Some sorta big shot?" The gang leader, maybe? "Seems like those types are all about entrances."