Alvaro looked up from his work. He'd been softly humming an old traditional Purepechan lullaby; fitting for the moment, he thought, as the woman lay in faded consciousness on the table. "Hola, Senor Ramon," he greeted the junior Hale with a light-hearted smile. The casually formal greeting reflected his respect and love for the young man. Much like the young Arturo Rosales, Senor Rosales's son had been the heir apparent to the Rosales family business, Ray was the heir apparent of Abendblume, the Prince of a community that would thrive for years to come. Hearing Ray's words, Alvaro pushed back in his rolling chair to give a view of his work. "A pretty nice piece, eh?" he wiped the red tortured flesh with a cloth to reveal the mostly finished work. "Perhaps she will find wisdom and solace in God's word." he chuckled, still smiling warmly.<br/><br/>He rolled back up to his canvas to continue his work as Ray began going through his weapons cabinet. It was well-stocked with an impressive and well-kept arsenal of good practical weapons and he didn't mind the young Hale taking his pick. Alvaro kept his more personal and very specialized weapons very hidden, and to date, hadn't needed to use them. They were his long before Santa Muerta walked the world, other than a pair of pistols owned by Senor Rosales, they were weapons sanctified by blood and death by him, for him.<br/><br/>His brows lofted as Ray told him about what had happened top-side on the grounds. No particular emotion played over his features, but he nodded thoughtfully. "Not surprising. Never underestimate the will of the frightened." That's why there would have been no exiles if this had been run by the Rosales family. Only executed. But Hale was his boss now, and he wouldn't disparage his decisions, he would simply clean up any loose ends.<br/><br/>He wiped the skin before him again, slid back for an overall view, and nodded again. One more quick stroke of the prison rig and he stood up with a loud sigh and stretched. It'd been a long session and his muscles need to uncoil. "Your father told me you wanted another shooting lesson with me. I'm almost done. I just need to deliver Miss Sou to her destination. I could go with you and maybe that opportunity will present itself?"