He put his hands up in front of him as though to ward her off, and began his excuses with an incriminating "Woah woah woah, hear me out!" He'd seen what she could do; he did *not* want to be on the receiving end. Better to calm her down, explain things, and keep it to the bare -minimum- of lies.<br/><br/>"Right, the truth, the whole truth, and nothin' but the truth, alright?" He sniffed and rubbed at his nose, instinctively sending his eyes scanning to either side like he was apart to share some secret, or start some conspiracy going. There was a small, sparse crowd all round, but noone stopping long enough to listen. "The security oughtta be light. Thumb scan's usual, perhaps one guard but probably we won't even bump into him.. It's a guard per ten warehouses or somethin'. Just keep an eye out, anyway. What else... Yeah, right, there's a couple'a guys who won't take kindly to us doing this, and likely they'll come for us. That's good, though, cause we - or rather you, my pretty samurai friend... " The man didn't know what a samurai really was, but he understood it to be some sort of expert warrior who could possibly run on tree tops. Not that he'd seen a tree, either, except in a few pictures and films. "... can deal with them, and get yet more loot. See? My nous, your fightin' and we'll be a rich little duo. Eh? Eh?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>