Careful. [He stops to make sure she's alright before walking any further, mulling over what she's saying and understanding, but still not really being overly excited about the idea. The Witchblade is still an unknown in a lot of ways, and he's not exactly looking to piss it off more than they have to.]
I could probably pick the lock, if you want. [Because guess who learned long ago to always keep those kind of supplies on him.]
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I could probably pick the lock, if you want. [Because guess who learned long ago to always keep those kind of supplies on him.]