He's reluctant to break it. He only does because a horn blares nearby, one angry motorist to another, and noises like that always make him reach for a knife. He calms quickly; there's no danger and despite how fast his reflexes are, he isn't so tightly wound that he needs a fight to calm them again.

He looks at K again once the car has sped off. "That's been the hardest thing for me so far." Not the sex, not the contracts. "There's so much noise here."