He grinned a little, then shrugged with a side-wise quirk of his mouth. "Well, this is my only other face. I didn't quite win it<em>that</em>strongly. And while I can change back and forth in a snap, I don't have any powers in this form. So now you know my weakness."<br/><br/>"Like a lot of 'tough guys', Snake thrives on an audience. If he's in front of his peers, he'll do pretty much anything to keep from seeming weak... and, of course, if he gets a reputation as a snitch, the kind of crew he likes to run with will turn against him." The elevator dings, then opens, and Guardian gestures for Carissa to go first. As he steps in, he hands her a key. "This'll let you take the elevator to the levels that are off-limits to the public. Hit SB2, and we'll pick out a car."<br/><br/>"Stepping outside with a beautiful woman, though, will enhance his rep, as everyone's going to assume you and he are going to screw in the alley. By himself, with your presence as an alibi, I think he may sing a different tune. He really doesn't want to go back to prison."<br/><br/>Even with a fast elevator, it takes a while to cover the sixty-three stories. Guardian hooks his thumbs into his pockets and sways a bit to an imaginary beat. "If Snake was gay, I'd be the one going in there to lure him out. Please don't think that I'm expecting it to be you simply because of your sex. We just have to hope you're his type."<br/><br/>He gives an innocent-looking smile, knowing perfectly well that Carissa is Snake's type -- white and stacked. His too, for that matter.<br/><br/>(OOC: feel free to make an Insight check to determine whether she knows that he's just trying to do some reverse psychology on her with that. He's got a Deception total of 23, thanks to a lucky roll of 19 on the die.)