"I see. So you're powering the grimoire with the sacrifice of my knife. Or perhaps you're just letting Viper keep my knife for reasons beyond mortal ken," Eren said dryly, "Which I certainly just have knives to give away to dangerous criminals like Viper. Hell. Might as well give him my gun."

Then, Eren watched the spectacle. He didn't flinch as the shadows closed in, though he cursed not being able to see anything. He instinctively pushed his glasses up, a habit he'd picked up whenever he couldn't see.

God dammit, E wanted to [i]see this.[/i]

Eventually, Eren saw the wormlike things, and the rifts. Eren raised an eyebrow.

"Quite dramatic. Though I don't suppose I couldn't have just broken a few fingers to threaten the man?" Eren yawned, "Anyways, while we wait, I need advice on my next disguise. The red hair merc might get recognized, as I used that appearance to get to Viper. I'm thinking I could use my naturally short height and a little make up, a slightly stuffed bra and a dress to be a bit less threatening. I figure a pretty face could loose some tongues. At the same time though, I'd be viewed as a lesser, rather than an equal. I might not be taken seriously by my next target. If I change the make up and change the hair color, I could still act like a merc. What do you think? Cute girl or tough mercenary remix?"

Eren had somehow procured outfits during the short monologue, and held both a very pretty white dress and some makeshift armor each on a clothes hanger. The dress was short enough not to hamper mobility, and had a floral design on the skirt.