"Yeah, you know, cubicle, just me and the fax machine having really long lunch dates, that kind of thing." She knows he has a point, about hiding, and about having a target painted on her back. "I don't know if I can just wait it out while people are killing each other."

Then again, she certainly booked it out of there when they started slaughtering each other over crowbars and nightsticks, and for the first time a wave of guilt starts to wash over her. She tries to push it aside. Better to think about the current situation than the one a few minutes ago - a cat burglar in front of her, talking about pastries, showing his face even though that's clearly not something he's comfortable with.

"Thank you. Gaius. That's a nice name." An unusual one, but she thinks it does sound nice, and knowing she's actually talking to a person and not just to shadows calms her nerves just a little bit. "You're not just telling me to go hide so you can kill me later, are you?"

She'd like to think that people aren't bloodthirsty out here, and he's been kind enough, but his comment about proper weapons is still bouncing around in her head, and it's only been a little while since she was attacked out of nowhere by a hit man.