As soon as Lawrence heard a voice come from the apartment he was preparing to climb into, he froze on the spot. Almost all the way up the fire escape with his axe in his hand, he panted heavily as he decided what to do. Going down wasn't an option but, as it seemed, going up wasn't one either. He couldn't just stay there on the ladder, he had to do something. He had no doubt that whoever was at the top had a weapon on them and was prepared to use it on him. Lawrence had no choice but to resort to complete honesty.

"Uh,..." he started, "I don't mean to hurt you. My truck is just broken down and I'm looking for some stuff to fix it." Seeing as Lawrence actually couldn't see who he was talking to, this was a rather bizarre conversation.