Thomas shrugged, "Then do me a favor," He said in a bored tone, turning away from her to let her know he didn't think much of her, "Don't presume you know me or my motives. My intent is my own, you cannot possibly know it. I am an officer of the law, but my loyalties are not first to that. I have my own agenda, as does everyone alive." Thomas turned back to her, a smile crossing his face, "What about you? What's your agenda? I can't possibly see how keeping all these people alive is beneficial to you, and you don't strike me as the proverbial "good Samaritan", so why do what you're doing?" Thomas rested his elbows on the desk and lay his head on top of his folded hands. He was very curious about this woman, she definitely piqued his interest. "Of course, maybe I'm wrong," he chimed in before she could speak, "Maybe you do care about these people, but then again maybe you just want people around you can wound in case things go south, giving you a perfect get-a-way. It always pays to have a back-up plan, doesn't it? Here's what I think: you don't want a guy with a badge and a gun around because maybe people might decide he's a better leader. I think, and this is just what I think mind you, that you don't want to risk losing what little authority this hotel and that firearm has granted you. If that's the case, don't worry about it. My agenda is going to take me away from here, so you can rest easy knowing you get to be in charge for a good long while, which is probably a very nice feeling for somebody who was merely a mediocre hotel manager." Thomas sat back up and folded his arms back across his chest, then added, "And you can put the gun down, I highly doubt you want to shoot the one of the only other people with any real experience with weapons. If I'm wrong, then pull the trigger and watch how one of the deadliest, not to mention loudest, pistols on the market draws in even more nasties that want nothing more than to end every living thing in this city."