He looked up from where he'd been working. By now his pockets and the bag he'd also stolen was half full with goodies... Though Senti somewhat suspected it'd be more trouble than it was worth trying to take them from him. Not only did he have the air of genuine confidence possessed by only those truly comfortable in their abilities, but... Well, he was built like a fucking bear. "Mmh... Some a' the lads call me Smith, so yeh can do that, if yeh want. How about yourself?"<br/><br/>He didn't sound entirely interested, more just... Polite? Not really that, either... Just going with things. It wasn't like he lost anything in the asking.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>