"Ha. Oh, well... suit yourself, miss." The "man" sighs again, every bit the put-upon soul. As if he weren't the one who had been running around trying to sabotage the repairs just a few minutes ago. "Well, I'm hardly in a position to argue with you. But if you'll stop pointing that gun at my host's face, I will make a promise to behave myself... I'll even shake on it..."<br/><br/>That innocent grin is back as the man takes a half-step forward and slowly, timidly extends his hand out to Tzahala. For some reason, the dwarf's bare skin seems to shine extra-bright beneath the industrial lights that stretch across the service hallway's ceiling...