[The moment he's in the back rooms, the mask comes off. The thought of masks and anonymity does not sit well with him, and he's poking around the back to try to figure out just what's going on here on top of that--the last thing he needs is to look sketch in a mask.
... Of course, then he stumbles across that scene. The drill is already out, batted easily aside by the woman and her sword, and he just...pauses.
Considers. Hm.]
Pardon the interruption.
[She's...got it well in hand, no need to pester her, he supposes--even if his hand automatically rested on the hilt of his own sword.]
bonus;
... Of course, then he stumbles across that scene. The drill is already out, batted easily aside by the woman and her sword, and he just...pauses.
Considers. Hm.]
Pardon the interruption.
[She's...got it well in hand, no need to pester her, he supposes--even if his hand automatically rested on the hilt of his own sword.]