Ghrist wanted to giggle again at this male agent, now taking some sort of "lifeless" stance. Well, at least it was a little better, but he was used to deathly glares just as much, being one who had near lost his life more than once. She was...at peace? Something like that, he couldn't say for sure. But there was something insightful in her, as if her closed eyes were more perceptive than even his own well-trained ones, piercing the strongest shells. Or maybe...she was just one of those naive people of the world. Should he entertain these agents, as a concession? Well, it might be fun, play a few games, pass the time. He needed the time, after all...<br/><br/>"Well...ya know, it's a Sunday, so I was just strolling in the park. And well, I guess I heard some of the speech on my walk through, little bit of that corporate this-and-that. And then, ya know, I met up with a old war buddy over at a nearby cafe who was presenting me with the interesting toy as a gift. But then you guys stole that from me and here I am. I mean, really? Can you jump to more conclusions?" He looked from face to face, trying to perceive any changes. Maybe a little offense would pull some better results. Ghrist leaned forward and reached his hand out, placing it on Marsha's.<br/><br/>"You know, I'd forgive you all for putting me through this if you'll go out with me sometime. Dinner and a movie, maybe?"