"Yeah right," Rea snorted darkly, keeping up the farce if even a little. She sank her hand low on his hip, felt the top of his pocket and back pockets before sliding one finger over the rim. "Either you've got more weapons or I'm a fool for not having them strip you of your original clothes." She frowned, biting her lip as she tucked two fingers into his back pocket and felt for any sort of paper or stone. Her face turned red, but she wouldn't allow herself the embarrassment. "Don't get any funny ideas," she told him, her voice high.