He paused and leaned forward, watching her with quizzical eyes for a moment before clicking his tongue and holding up his tongue like he'd come up with some almighty idea. "A test! Yes, yes, a test!" He smiled proudly and wandered in, waving her after him. "If you're as useful as you claim, then you can make us a little something, eh? If not... Well, we won't have to worry about you." He giggled in a high pitched squeal of laughter then suddenly became calm and dropped into a thick leather armchair. Smith rolled his eyes; he's found a chair and was perched there, watching the scene.<br/><br/>"What're you gonna make her do, old man?" Their rapport was friendly, but with a decent level of insult and banter thrown into the mix. They made a very unlikely pair. "No point sending her to die; just kick her out if you don't want her."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>