"Fair enough," he said, proceeding down the stairs. That would make life both easier, and harder. Easier, because he'd have time to himself on the road, if he ever got back on the road, and harder, because he now had to deal with her while he went though the safety deposit boxes.<br/><br/>He pulled a flashlight from his bag, going ahead to unlock the gate into the safety vault area. He ignored the main vault, turning the corner to head into the safety deposit section. Past the desk, where one would usually sign for their visits, and into the prize room itself.<br/><br/>"Alright," he said, "you go grab another bag or something, we need to sort this stuff...unless you're planning on using that Benalli on the plentiful Zombies..."<br/><br/>He shurgged, given that the vault was a quiet as the grave, and likely had been for two years, behind a locked gate and all. He really only needed two minutes, to open box 0667, which was at the moment right beside his right hand, and toss the contents into his duffel, close it back up, and then start from 0001 and work his way through the vault. Ten seconds really, but the hunt for a bag, which, from the one he'd noticed behind the desk would take about thirty seconds to get.