If anything, the dwarf's grin grows wider at the Israeli woman's response, and he raises his hands back above his head compliantly before stepping back and standing against the opposite wall.<br/><br/>"Eh. You'd be surprised how often that works..." The dwarf chuckles and motions for the woman to put her gun away before actually settling back against the wall. From the looks of it, he's prepared to wait for the DUST officers to arrive, just as much as she is. "Can't blame a soul for trying..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Twenty minutes later, and C.O. Smokey is back, this time with an extra goon in tow. From the holy symbols circling the new gal's glove, Tzahala can surmise that she's a DUE spiritualist... and perhaps unsurprisingly, she bears a DUST rank insignia that puts her only just below Smokey in importance.<br/><br/>"You again, huh..." The C.O. chews on the back of her unlit smoke, glaring at both the mercenary and the possessed mechanic equally. "Miss Bronze, you're certainly keepin' me busy tonight... Are you sure that you're not just jumping at shadows? Or playing games with me?"<br/><br/>The spiritualist taps on the C.O.'s shoulder at that, and for a moment the two confer in almost inaudible french before finally straightening up. Tzahala notices that the Smoker's gaze has softened somewhat after their discussion.<br/><br/>"Well, scratch that last part. How did you notice that he was possessed by a Trickster?"