It was if he had a sixth sense, maybe so. But Shin could already feel himself being watched, and as far as he knew there was only one person a way behind him. He didn't blame anyone here if they were and or ever became suspicious of him or what he did or didn't do. That was his own choice, what he did was for his own goal. Apart from that, he didn't really have all that much reason to keep going, unless of course between now and then he found some other reason for living. But that thought was just a pipe dream, highly wishful thinking if you will. Nothing else to it, but it did make him wonder. If there were others who wanted a chance like this far more than he did, then why were they not here already? Or maybe he was just exceptionally early, either that or everyone else was late. 

Despite highly doubting his latter statement, his mind was soon turned to other matters. Although the whistle he produced was only small, it seemed to echo within the warehouse, not really his idea behind it. Oh well. Turning his head in the direction of the male that spoke, said male's expression void of almost any emotion. How very strange, and interesting no doubt. Shin could only assume this to be the man that has summoned him, and most likely others here known as a 'Mr. Dust". After all, he saw no other as imposing as the man a few paces away from him. At least, compared to most he was, still, luckily and rather nicely for the tall thief, he still stood above the man. 

The measured step forward, sure he noticed it. However, at the current moment it was of little importance. Thinking at the question put to him for a brief few seconds, the thief soon looked once again towards the man before him, a small grin tugging at his expression all the while. [b]"Jokes? None that I can recall of, Mr. Dust. If that is the name you go by of course, or am I adressing the wrong person here?"[/b] Shin answered his tone both calm and collected, a seemingly light air about his reply. A small smile still remaining on his face as he finished, hands still within his pockets. 

His attention distracted once again by the opening of the door he came from, tilting his head backwards to look upside down. Only to see another at the entryway, how nice. More company. Even from doing just that, it was clear that the young man was very flexible for his age at least, returning his gaze quickly back to the man before him. After all, he wanted to see if his assumption on the matter was correct, he was rarely wrong and that meant it was always a nice way to pass the time.