No â€˜freaking outâ€™? The words stuck with him for a moment while he carefully watched her expression. In all honesty he knew he should be absolutely terrified, as he does not deal with the preternatural world every day of, yet strangely he was sticking to his calm nature at least on the outside. On the inside he was worried as hell, wondering just what the hell he has agreed to this time. Money or not, this was definitely going to be dangerous for him and he didnâ€™t doubt that there was a chance he might lose his life or worse. As calm as Shizu seemed to be herself, she was still an Oni, and he would be lying if he said he was completely comfortable with that fact despite what he said to her about not having to worry about him hating her. Though that being said, did he really not hate her? She has not given him much of a reason to but, though he kept it well hidden, he was not sure. At the same time those thoughts contradicted what he has just told her, which was one of his bad habits.<br/><br/>Oh well. At least he knew she was a bit more comfortable around him, that she would be open with him without much of a problem. The truth was still there, however, and that was he was somewhat afraid for his life now. Staying calm was now more vital than ever. Of course that was no hard task for someone like him, who always tried to stay calm and collected being a professional at what he did. If he acted unprofessional, then perhaps Shizu would think differently about him and the trust they had built would be lost. That was something he did not want. The trust they had was still rather fragile, slowly being strengthened, and it was at the point now that anything causing it to be disturbed might ruin it permanently. It was a thought that even now was not sitting well with him. He kept reminding himself that failure was not an option.<br/><br/>Then again, perhaps his professionalism was the result of him masking his wariness even if he was just a bit wary around people in general. In the end he was just another product of society after all; society seemed to rely heavily on wearing masks. He was no different as much as he hated admitting that.<br/><br/>When his phone finally sounded, he gave Shizu a nod and slid his finger across the screen of the rectangular phone to unlock it before he answered, relieved that one of his contacts finally returned his call. He was about ready to chew the man out but judging by the sound of his voice he was still half asleep so he decided to let it go. He only fully trusted a small handful of people and the fact that he was getting a response this early was reassuring. Perhaps this would go easier than he had originally thought. He told the man on the other line that he would have everything for him shortly and would call him back within the next fifteen minutes or so. Getting the information would not be difficult by any means, assuming she was comfortable providing it. Certain things might take longer than others but he knew it was for the good of the mission. â€œThat was one of my contacts,â€ he told Shizu after the conversation ended, â€œI will need a bit of information, as we will be creating false identification records for you, before we depart to Israel.â€<br/><br/>He held his phone up to her, leaning back slightly to get a better angle, trying to figure out how the hell the camera worked so he could take a picture, speaking softly as usual, â€œI need you toâ€¦ stand straight for me for a minute or so.â€ The truth was that he hated cell phones with a passion. They never seemed to work right and he was always replacing it since he was often a bit rough with the device when it proved to be unreliable at times. He would much rather use a house phone to communicate but he had to also keep up with the times. Not to mention if he didnâ€™t have a cell phone he wouldnâ€™t be able to communicate with his contacts. Unsure of how comfortable about having her picture taken she would be, he got it done and over with as quickly as possible especially because he was also someone who would rather not have his picture taken. He wasnâ€™t even picky about the pictures, having taken three in total, figuring that at least it was enough to create identification.<br/><br/>The pictures as well as her name were then sent to the man. Azrai looked up from the device briefly, â€œHow old are you, if you do not mind me asking? I also need your blood type, height, and weight.â€ He realized those were probably personal questions and the gentleman in him was scolding him for asking such things of a woman but it was for the mission. Surely she understood this, and he hoped that she would have no problem at least giving him something. His fingers â€“and texting with this phone, or in general, was also something he did not enjoy. It never really worked properly and sometimes the auto correct sent the oddest things, sometimes embarrassing or just made no sense- hovered over the lighted screen of the phone as he waited for her response.<br/><br/>Then an idea hit him: he gently placed the phone on his leg for a moment and reached into his pocket to retrieve his own identification card. She probably could not read it since it was in Hebrew, but it would give her an idea of what it would look like, â€œAs long as you do not lose that, feel free to use it as a reference.â€ He was a bit hesitant showing his ID, as it was personal, but again he was thinking of vital things for the mission. In the back of his mind he prayed she wouldnâ€™t lose it if she did use it as a bit of a referenceâ€¦ â€œYours will more than likely be different than mine, of course. And as for how long it takes to make one, that process should not take long at all. The people I know are reliable in that sense, I assure you.â€