The smile doesn't fade from his lips, but it never really reached his eyes. His gaze is still steady and scrutinizing. He's not cold, just pragmatic. And he means it-- really-- if he's got to leave her here to move on, he'll do it and not look back.
It's a long moment before he moves at all, his posture easing up a little bit. Enough that his aim wavers, though he's still plenty ready if he's got to shoot. Leaning over, he hooks the straps of her bag onto what's left of his arm, careful not to cut them.
"I'm gonna give you your kit, long as you tell me you're not dumb enough to try nothin."
Because unless she's a total idiot, there's gonna be a knife in there, too, at the very least. He's not really trusting her-- wouldn't turn his back on her-- but he'd rather avoid going through the trouble of picking through her stuff if he can avoid it. And if she does-- well, he's not worried. Not for himself.
And if she agrees, better or worse, he'll hand it over for her to take.
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It's a long moment before he moves at all, his posture easing up a little bit. Enough that his aim wavers, though he's still plenty ready if he's got to shoot. Leaning over, he hooks the straps of her bag onto what's left of his arm, careful not to cut them.
"I'm gonna give you your kit, long as you tell me you're not dumb enough to try nothin."
Because unless she's a total idiot, there's gonna be a knife in there, too, at the very least. He's not really trusting her-- wouldn't turn his back on her-- but he'd rather avoid going through the trouble of picking through her stuff if he can avoid it. And if she does-- well, he's not worried. Not for himself.
And if she agrees, better or worse, he'll hand it over for her to take.