Arron remained stock-still as the lady spoke before she left.<span style="font-style: italic">And then by saying that, you expect me just to believe you? Not that I don't know that this place is crawling with criminals and the like.</span>He waited for another minute before leaving the structure as he did not  wish to chance bumping into the misty-voiced stranger at the entrance again, she was weird. All he had managed to acquire was a set of regular civilian clothing along with three throwing knives, his weapon of choice. Unlike guns, they did not jam and they never ran out of ammo so long as it stayed in the user's hand.<br/><br/>((What now?))