*Rubs one of his legs slightly, making a slight expression at the pain.*

Nah, I don't think I gotta. I mean, come on, who has th' most place bein' here? A girl with a cloak on an' th' weapon, or th' guy who actually stays in this buildin' who is tryin' t' find out why said girl-with-weapon is here?

Though, gotta say. Didn't expect y' t' actually try t' use it. Whoever you're waitin' for must be someone special. ... *Slight grin.*

Or maybe you're waitin' for th' one you'll use that weapon on.