Being stripped of his weapon did in no way make him less dangerous. There was enough metal on his body to form ten blades, but giving a potential enemy the illusion of safety was Assassin 101. He made his way to the Administration building and stepped in. He said nothing upon entry, only placing his writ upon the attendant's desk.

This time he was silent because in his mind, he was trying to work out what had just happened. He had acted, not out of his own safety, but that of the girl's. Yes that was his mission, but objective was not in mind during his action. He mulled this over until he was shown into an office. 

[there you go. Now you can describe them ( ..); ][@shylarah]