"Shoot you?" The amusement was back, and he cocked an eyebrow, his face barely visible underneath the hood in the dark. "I only intend to make sure you won't shoot me. I have a weapon of my own, and if I was going to use it, I would have done so by now. I have no reason to harm you, unless you give me one. Now, are you going to hand it over or must I force it from your hands?" he asked.

There was something a little off here, he was beginning to notice. She had always been suspicious of him, yes, but never to this extent. What had caused this sudden change, he wondered?