Krei does follow, carefully keeping at least a couple of paces between them--just far enough so that he's not right behind the other man, because he's had about enough of Callaghan to last him the rest of his life thank you, but just close enough to dissuade any other kedan who might be looking for an easy target. If there's an implication of weakness in that, it washes right over him. He's too mentally overwhelmed to care, and it's not as if he hasn't had to employ security guards before.

He could do without having been bought, but there's not much he can do about that at present.

Even the urge to snap back about giving them more of an excuse is subdued out of fear. He stays quiet, letting Callaghan speak while he trails along behind, fretting silently about the blood on his face. The handkerchief is gone, probably lost when Callaghan slammed him into the wall.

At what seems like a vaguely appropriate part of the very one-sided conversation, he finally pipes up. "How long have you been here?"