Poe glanced with a smile up at the new figure on the balcony...and then frowned with intense disappointment when he saw it was an NCR prat. Not even a Ranger or one of the rare elites wearing powered armor, [i]this[/i] shitstain looked young and nervous and fresh out of training.

[i]'The question is, was that training any good?[/i] Poe mused to himself. Moments passed and his wicked rictus grin returned full force as he leered at Sabin.

"Hey little mote..." He began, before reaching into his pocket and retrieving the grenade again, with the loose spare pin from before still looped around his thumb. He then held his hand up, pulling the exact same stunt he had with Dallas earlier, 'pulling' the already loose pin from the grenade.

"Special delivery!" Poe lobbed the grenade up through the air in a perfect trajectory to collide with Sabin's chest. There was no actual threat, since the grenade's real pin hadn't been pulled, but it was down to the trooper's perception versus how unnerved he might have become whether or not he reacted to what was for all intents and purposes an explosive weapon flying in his direction on a collision course.