He sat on one of the chairs, oddly reassured by the disassembled guns on the table. Yes, it meant that the women was well armed and knew well how to use those weapons, but it also meant that none of them would be pointed at him any time soon. A bounty hunter wouldn't take apart most of their gear right before the big catch.

Resting his hands on the edge of the table, he spoke.

"I wouldn't say no to a pathway out. As you can see, this isn't the sort of place where careers are made. But I would want to know where I was going, and with whom, and why."