"What... ok? Yeah sure, uh... its just a Glock, not too sure what series but, yeah its good enough, heh at least in my hands."

Ok... well the sudden mood change from Cipher took him by surprise, really really took him by surprise, what's that old saying, don't judge a book by its cover? Listening to her carefully Michel mapped the rough layout of the home in his mind, it made sense not that he expected to get lost anyway. Whatever the case is Michel wasted no time, idle hands were something he didn't want to take part in. Cipher made her way into another room to do something, probably to prepare for whatever job she was talking about. While she was doing that he gathered up his meager personal articles.

His room was expected was bare, a bed, closet, oh and a fancy lamp, neat. It didn't take too long to hand his shirts, to fold his pants, to put his cash somewhere safe, and ended up throwing the papers on a side table, there will be time to sort it out later. Once he finished, and yeah that took no time at all, Michel milled around his room passing time he'd guess. Cipher called out to him from the hallway, and well he tried his best to ignore the "princess" comment, such is life of a rookie assassin in training. 

"Settled in, mostly, I'll be with you in a sec, yeah?" 

True to his word Michel met with her in the hallway, quickly he noticed the new bags, black again but much, so much better then that horrible purple thinking of which he vowed to burn the abomination one day... 

"Right, well... now what?