Peter raised an eyebrow at the panicked henchmen beginning to lower his weapon. He felt a hint of pity for the guy but then again, it could be some kind of trap. Just as he started to lower his bow he quickly became tense again as he aimed the arrow towards the henchman's chest. His eyes narrowed through the slits of his mask as he stared him down.

"Just a henchmen huh?" he snorted. "That's still enough to make you a threat. Especially when you're working for Reaper." He took a step towards him and eyed the tools on the floor. "Exactly what are you fixing? Because for some reason, I sincerely doubt it's an air conditioner." He hoped to get a quick answer out of him. The longer he delayed, the more likely others were to find them which would only mean more trouble for Silver Bow. Peter became slightly more vigilant after the idea of an ambushed crossed his mind. He mentally made plans for several different escape routes and attempted to listen carefully for approaching footsteps and other such signs of approaching enemies.