Raheem only laughed at Mandeep's remark about his sweater. A laugh that would get him out of answering and that would make him appear as if more trustworthy. No one was suspicious of a man with a warm laugh and a friendly face. That was the look Raheem strived to maintain. Appearance and perceptions were important things in this business. 

He was more than happy to accept the cigarette from Dajil, fishing into his pocket for a lighter. "Don't worry about my experience," Raheem said assuringly to him, his usual grin pasted onto his lips. "I've got many years under my belt. We look to be a good group." Flattery was always key. 

Raheem followed in step behind Mandeep, also having faintly heard the car. He was under the assumption that there would at least be three more accomplices to help out. However, it began to look as if it might only be the three of them. This thought made Raheem slightly less confident that the 70,000 rupees would come without hastle. Regardless, he followed Mandeep out to inspect the noise.