"No one is going to kill you little one. I'm not sure about being quiet. I know you were there. You'll have to work on that if your coming with us. What can you do?" Roxy asked as she studied the teen. He was a little young to be going on missions, but she hadn't been all that much older when she took up smuggling. Slowly Roxy walked toward the Lee one of her knives in hand. She wanted to see how he would react. Would he run or hold ground.