<div style="text-align: center">《 Kennedy 》<br/>
<i>Location: Outside Abendblume, on their way<br/>
Addressing: Armando</i>​</div><br/>Armando's answers to questions were more than reasonable and highlighted angels he hadn't thought of himself. They seemed more logical than Hale sending men to take them to some off-sight place to execute them. Hale was a more subtle bastard. Ditch them and let them die on their own. Clean hands and conscience. He nodded, acknowledging that circumstance had simply brought them some advantage. He agreed about the gun on all counts. It was better for people to know he had it than risk a surprise that could very easily turn out bad.<br/><br/>He snorted with a dark chuckle. "If necros show up, I'm screaming like a girl and running. They seem to be immune to my charm and roguish good looks." Would he actually run? Probably not. But it had been a long time since any of them had to deal with the necros and theurge to do so would be strong and the ability to fight them well would be rusty. "Let's just hope none show up, I don't think anyone here but the guards have had to deal with the dead for a while."<br/><br/>He turned to head up toward the front of the group and looked back at Armando. "Thank you, again. I know this makes you look good to the boss, but you could have easily done that by sitting out of sight reading a magazine. If you didn't have family back there, I'd probably be begging you to come with us." He believed that to be true and meant it. With that he turned back to walking, arranging the firearm securely in a visible, easy-to-access position as he moved to the front of the group.