"Just what do you think you were doing?"  Deacon would ask as the soft click of the saftey being released on the assult rifle..  Not that he'd pull the trigger, she was cooperating and infact Jane could see his finger was off the trigger, though that little bit was out of sight for the twenty something girl.<br/><br/>If he hadn't had to just draw his gun he'd most likely have whistled seeing her face, she was a cutie.  Right now, though, he wanted answers.  He was on his way for a nice purchase and she had to ruin it by looking like she was up to something, whether she was or not.