"Shaking hands isn't my priority when I've just seen your hand turn into a giant dog of some kind. And we barely know each other, so I don't trust you. If we get off this island I'll shake your hand if it's so important to you. But right now, I first want to see if you're even going to stick around to keep your end of the deal." The woman spoke. Being careful was what had kept her alive for the past 10 or so years. And she wasn't about to stop now with a guy she had only just met, whom was still known as a dangerous and strong pirate.

A moment later the alarm sirens sounded. Ceres frowned, turning to glance at Octavius for a moment before heading to the door on the opposite side of the hall again. "Look, if you're going to break our deal here already just because I don't want to shake hands that's fine. But I need my pipe first, and I'm assuming you didn't come here unarmed either." She quickly grabbed the keys from her pocket and opened it. Behind it was what looked like a small armoury. Mostly rifles and cutlasses. On the table laid an iron pipe, which Ceres took. She then tossed the keys to Octavius and pointed towards the lockers in the back. "Since you've been here for a while, I'm guessing your things might be in there."