Could be better. Got a knot in my shoulder.

[Tensing up the way he does eats away at him over time, but he shrugs as he slides on in to her perfect little room. He looks around, glancing back to make sure the door shuts behind them and nobody's prowling out in the hall. He shrugs off his jacket, since they've got business to (eventually) get to.]

You know you should carry a knife or something on you, right? Do you have one?