For a moment a pang of guilt overtook him when he saw the young woman cast down her eyes at his joke. Makes sense, people feared her. That's why they kept her locked away. A joke of that nature might've been in poor taste. He cleared his throat. Smiling at her when she responded as if to reassure her he meant no harm. Never technically alone... what could she mean by that? Lowett had no idea. Even being a PAGAN officer there were plenty of things still far beyond his understanding, beyond his control.<br/><br/>His mouth fell open in mock astonishment, but after a moment a finger wagged understandingly at her. "Ah, I bet they don't get you many movies in here eh? Maybe we can-"<br/><br/>He cut his comment short as who else but Scala entered once more, auburn-haired man rolled his eyes allll the way over to him in the most condescending and sarcastic way possible. Only Mishka would see it, as he had to turn around to adress the man. Guess the movies would have to wait. "Ah, there you are! I thought you were gonna keep us both locked in here!<i>Alors</i>, I'm ready for some action!" His grin quickly shrunk when the device was placed in front of him. Not exactly what he'd call stylish.<br/><br/>"This uh..." He didn't want to say it, but there was really only one way to put it. This device allowed him to control Mishka, the woman who was to be his partner was in truth really just an attack dog on a leash. He could deny it, but that was the truth. As Mishka slid into what he assumed to be her combat gear he looked on with some interest. A little formal, compared to him in his un-ironed shirt, baggy pants and long tatty coat. But it did suit her quiet and reserved nature. He counted her weapons, one, two, three,<i>four </i>guns. Two hands with which to use them.<br/><br/>"No questions here,<i>mon ami</i>." He said with a smile, swiping his coat to the side to reveal the holster at his hip. His weapon of choice was less elegant, a simple six-chambered revolver. Grossly outdated and heavily outgunned, it was the thought that counted when he wielded Lucy. The four letter name scrawled crudely across the barrel, etched out with a sharp object. He flexed his metallic arm and a current ran across it. Full charge, just the way he liked it. He walked over to Mishka to check if she would ready to go as well.<br/><br/>"Hey, I noticed you've got two pairs of guns there... How's that work? You keep two of them loaded so you don't have to reload as often or something?" He asked her, Lowett felt it was best to know what the deal was before the action started. So they wouldn't get in eachother's way. "I usually put some shots in them with Lucy here," He patted his hip, "and when they get too close...<i>bam!</i>Midas Touch blows them away." The exclamation went accompanied with a slow punching motion, as if to demonstrate what would happen.