[color=a0410d]"Only when I know they're going to return the favor at earliest opportunity."[/color] Adrian replied as he started laying pieces of herring onto each individual cracker, lining them up neatly and slowly and methodically chewing them down one at a time.

He listened to Joslyn's idea of following him everywhere, at least until she felt he could be trusted to make-good on the deal, and nodded kindly as he reached into his shirt-pocket.

[color=a0410d]"By all means, you may accompany me."[/color] He replied, as he pulled-out a flat metal flask; [color=a0410d]"this should help with your jitters."[/color] He offered, but seeing as she probably didn't trust him enough to believe it wasn't poison or tranquilizers, popped the cap and took a lengthy draught for himself before offering a second time, shaking it to indicate that the offer was not empty.

Joslyn stared at him for a moment, eyeing the flask before she reached out and took it from him, careful not to touch him before she brought the object up to her nose. When she was sure it was just alcohol, she gave him a look before downing some of what was in the flask and made a face. [color=green][b]"You do know I am only 17 right?"[/b][/color] she questioned as she looked at him, [color=green][b]"And my shaking is a side effect of my heightened reflexes... there isn't really much I can do about that."[/b][/color]

Offering him a shy smile, she plopped down next to Adrian and snagged one of the pickled herring covered crackers before popping it into her mouth. While it was not her most favorite thing on the planet, it was something that she could eat easily and it didn't go bad incase she wasn't home for days on end. Now she was looking at being able to get something good to eat and hopefully some decent clothing on her back minus the maybe two outfits and her experiment uniform that she had.

[color=a0410d]"No, I did not. But I suppose I'm going to call-in a favor and have your papers forged in any case, if I expect you to work with me."[/color] Adrian admitted, as they continued to share a few more morsels, listening to her reason for having the shakes.

[color=a0410d]"And I suppose your sensitivity to light is enhanced, also. I'll make a point not to put-on any light-shows during your shift."[/color] He stipulated, before he froze for a second, trying not to make any noise so he could determine whether or not he was hearing things.

[sup][color=a0410d][i]"Boots."[/i][/color][/sup] He whispered, as he slunk over to the closet-door to fetch a pair of knives, one for Joslyn, and one for himself as he gingerly lifted the SR-25 and aimed it at the door, praying they wouldn't have to deal with any seekers today. He gave a glance at Joslyn, and tried to see if she had any access to a nearby fire-escape, but knew that even if there was one, a military operation would already have most escape-routes covered.

Joslyn focused on what he was doing for some time, her mind a little slow but she wasn't exactly worried. [color=green][b]"It's only one pair, I doubt that it's anything to be worried about,"[/b][/color] she grumbled, slowly standing up before yanking the door open, her firearm in hand, [color=green][b]"[i]Seeeeeeee[/i], [u]one[/u] person... who is in my house... why the [i]fuck[/i] is everyone in my god damn house?! First this guy and now... [i]this[/i]... [u]person[/u]... urg..."[/b][/color] She simply threw her arms up and sulked back to where she was and flopped back down, clearly displeased.

[color=a0410d][sup]Wait,[/sup] [sub]only[/sub] [sup]one?[/sup][/color] Adrian asked, stupefied by Joslyn's sudden carelessness... probably more to do with her lack of sleep than from some sort of yet-unheard-of alcohol-intolerance... That or she'd make for one really cheap drunk... [i]easy to tell if she's sampling the merch...[/i]

He carefully peeked around the corner, and sure enough, only one person... [i]still one person with a gun[/i]...

[color=a0410d]"You're... not [i]military[/i], are you?"[/color] He asked, [color=a0410d]"they don't send [i]just one[/i]... you their decoy?"[/color] He kept the rifle trained on the stranger's misshapen silhouette, but things seemed to be de-escalating pretty fast despite the paranoia being thick enough to parkour from here to LA without your feet ever touching the ground.