Galina nodded curtly, her smile unseen beneath the wide brim of her straw hat as she listened to Souma's instructions, biting her lip to keep the girlish laughter back when she heard the feral glee in his voice.

No, she had not been immediately pleased to discover the warehouse far busier than she originally anticipated. But as swiftly as the disappointment came, so too it went. There was never any sense dwelling where nothing could be changed and Galina was, if anything, quite sensible. Besides, if Souma wanted a layout? They needed to know how well guarded the supplies were, and how well watched? Hmph. Well it was just as easy to go unnoticed in plain sight because if one looked as if he belonged? Surely he must of course! After all, it was unthinkable that anyone not meant to be here (but perhaps the suicidal?) would traipse into a busy [i]yakuza[/i] compound with evil intent. 
 
High ground. They needed high ground and the young boy did not hesitate for a moment, with no more than a perfunctory [i]"Hai"[/i] for his lame elder brother as he began to climb the bamboo shelving swiftly, hand over hand until he stood easily atop the highest platforms. Swiftly he maneuvered among the boxes and packages, moving purposefully as he inspected the various labels. 

Easily he leapt between the aisles overhead until he finally at the central loading area, watching as the horse carts were loaded in the center for some long moments before he returned to his brother. The young boy shimmied down the shelving, leaping some feet above the ground to land lightly beside his brother. He leaned in easily, bowing deferentially, his voice low and soft as the pair discussed their own business, just another two workers lost in the nocturnal buzz of this [i]yakuza[/i] hive.

"The main passages form a cross of sorts, about 30 yards in length with three separate cross bars each. There are four exits, but only two large enough for horse carts, which of course 'our share' will require." 

"We've got eight armed guards carrying both pistols and blades: two at each exit. although there are at least four different 'administrators' who are maintaining an inventory of sorts at the central loading area. The lion's share of 'our share' is fortunately is located mainly in this wing: rifles, ammunition, and not a few good quality blades at that." Galina dared to peer up into Souma's face, her dark eyes glistening and bright with undeniable excitement.

"Though explosives are located in the next passage over, which I simply don't believe we can let slide by us," she added, a quick jerk of her head toward the right as her face dropped to the ground once more. "I mean, what kind of [i]real[/i] fun could we possibly have without an explosion or two? Besides, I hear Americans are uncannily fond of things that go 'boom,' and I [i]do[/i] so aim to please... " The young woman chuckled warmly, shrugging her slender shoulders.

"And so I leave it to your discretion and wisdom now Souma: would you prefer your exit this night quiet and serene, or do you aim to indulge that inner-American of yours, that Ai was forever telling me about, hmm?" Even if Souma could not see her face at the moment, the laughter in Galina's voice was unmistakable.