20.Sep.13, 12:21 AM
Z'jan had been going through a mental list of any defensive item on his person that he might be able to utilize. Having removed his boots (his small utility knife tucked inside) he had little on hand that could be used in defense. Which was a bit disheartening. He didn't exactly like the idea of blocking potential knife blows with his bare hands.
But... wait.... he was unarmed? Z'jan smiled. He loved a good bluffer, even if it was at Z'jan's own expense."Oh... you don't?" Z'jan relaxed his shoulder somewhat. He wasn't sure if it was from relief or... disappointment. The idea of a knife wielding intruder had made his day so much more interesting.
Still, though... what was this man up to?
"Oh, I get thinks thrown at me all the time," his response was dismissive, as if he found that whole affair not worth explaining further. "Though it's usually for being a bit of thief... being pelted for sneakery would be a new one." He tried out the word, thief, just let it hang in the air for a moment. Maybe he would get a rise out of the other man.
With caution, but not overt fear, he moved out into the hallway, hands half raised. The gesture was obvious. He looked curiously between the other's pockets, and the door he'd been previously trying to force open.
"So..." he started, a sly smile creeping up, "it seems you've forgotten your key?"
But... wait.... he was unarmed? Z'jan smiled. He loved a good bluffer, even if it was at Z'jan's own expense."Oh... you don't?" Z'jan relaxed his shoulder somewhat. He wasn't sure if it was from relief or... disappointment. The idea of a knife wielding intruder had made his day so much more interesting.
Still, though... what was this man up to?
"Oh, I get thinks thrown at me all the time," his response was dismissive, as if he found that whole affair not worth explaining further. "Though it's usually for being a bit of thief... being pelted for sneakery would be a new one." He tried out the word, thief, just let it hang in the air for a moment. Maybe he would get a rise out of the other man.
With caution, but not overt fear, he moved out into the hallway, hands half raised. The gesture was obvious. He looked curiously between the other's pockets, and the door he'd been previously trying to force open.
"So..." he started, a sly smile creeping up, "it seems you've forgotten your key?"