<blockquote class="uncited"><div>I won't pry," he said as the rat's eyes unfocused. "But you ain't gonna die for us. Not for a long time yet. You've got too big of a gun to die." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Baz laughs at this, and nods. "Keep tha' attitude and ye'll be a friend of the Slayer Cult fe life." He pulls a small skein dhu from his jacket, and hands it to Halverson, walking with him to the fallen figure. "Look fae the blue square. Show 'em this and they'll know yer a friend of mine. Whether I die or no, you'll have a friend forevermore, in the Cult ae' the Slayer. You do good work, my friend. Paid or no, I'm glad I met wi' yae." He looks down at the female, and shakes his head. "I jes hope the supplies in the Safe House ae up to scratch. We should be able tae keep her alive..."