Galina laughed, rolled her eyes good-naturedly and fought the urge to stick her tongue out at Souma as he took her little "bribe" - and then proceeded, with a vaguely smug grin of his own, to display his own wicked blade encased in its bamboo sheath. Rather than make a pretense of "petulant child," she nodded appreciatively, giving Souma a genuine-if-cockeyed little grin. It truly was a beautiful blade and for all that Souma impressed the importance of silence and stealth as they made their "supply run?" Galina could not help but hope to witness all such a weapon was capable of in Souma’s hands.

Not, of course, that Galina - of [i]all[/i] people in this world - should write off the notion Souma might choose to forego the blade altogether, and simply beat to death anyone who stood between them and the "supplies." 

That thought made her laugh - however softly - all over again.

She readily turned over her rifle to Daisuke to store away as she slid out the door he held for her, smiling up at the mountainous man as she did so. Odd that, how trust could be given over so easily - not, of course, that Daisuke trusted [i]her.[/i] No, likely no more than Ai did. The faith she marveled at was her own – her own trust in Souma. And Souma trusted Daisuke without question - so, without question, Galina would as well.

There was little else to say in the moment as the pair left the sanctuary of the cart. Silence and darkness were their dearest companions as they moved, Galina following after Souma quietly. He had explained the bare bones of the plan, outlined all that they intended to do, where they would go inside and how they would get out again of course, with all their ‘liberated’ goods. But this was a section of the city she had never visited during her stay in Tokyo, and Galina was content to let him lead. 

For the moment the wide-brimmed straw hat hung by its strings off her back, her lovely blue kimono exchanged for the rough clothes of a working man. For the moment though, she wore no sandals, her feet and calves bound in cloth - all the better to find purchase on the steep wall he led them toward. She stood easily beside Souma, her gaze following his up the sixteen foot height of the stone wall - an entrance all their own! She shot him a quick grin and a wink before she started climbing.

Finger holds first, then toeholds as she lifted herself with the alacrity of a spider in its web, as she made her way. Mere moments passed before she finally peered over the top, cautiously, and finding neither look-outs nor sentries – exactly as Souma had said. This small section of the [i]yakuza[/i] compound was as vulnerable as a babe sleeping in its crib, and Galina almost laughed aloud again at how apt Souma’s description had been, as if they were simply, effortlessly, gathering fruit already fallen from the tree. She waved him up quickly before pulling herself over the top, crawling the few feet toward a drop that would take her to the roof of a small shed, and from there to the ground on the other side.

As she waited for Souma, Galina pulled the sandals from the shoulder pack that also contained her [i]shashka[/i], pulling them on and then pulling the straw hat low over her head. At a glance, she would appear no more than a boy, her woman’s figure bound tightly beneath the work shirt (a binding that, in truth, still helped relieve some of the ache in her mending ribs). 

Yes, simply a young boy beside his older brother – or father perhaps? Because this youth would defer all speaking, if necessary, to his elder - as was right and proper of course. They were simply two of any number of men occasionally hired as laborers by this clan to move things to the ports, throughout the city or even to the countryside, unquestioning and content to remain so, as long as they were paid. That so much of these goods had to be moved under cover of the night? The pay was better still, and any questions simply disappeared… 

Galina peered up to Souma from beneath the brim of the hat when he joined her, flashing him her most winning grin before her gaze turned back to the ground. Her face almost completely in shadow once more, Galina followed Souma as they moved toward the warehouse, their strides easy and casual and, for all the world, as if they had every last right in the world to be traipsing through the middle of enemy territory.