The contractor wasn't entirely surprised when the woman threatened him with more death, should he give away her location. Lucky for her, no one was going to know where she lived. And then she had the nerve to tell him how to live his life, and the man refused to dignify her unhelpful advice with a response. She claimed he didn't take good enough care of his arm. He claimed an arm shouldn't need caring. His other arm worked fine, why shouldn't this one? He didn't try that argument on her, though, and instead focused on convincing the vampire to join his cause. She had a fair number of demands, just to get her out of her sanctuary, but it seemed the scientists on the other end of the line didn't care. They had research to conduct, and were more than happy to add a few variables if it meant proper data.

The man grinned when they called him an operative, though, and nodded when his new friend finally agreed not to try and kill him. "Did you here that? I'm an operative." he joked, tapping a couple of buttons on his radio and clipping the handset back to his lapel as the antenna behind him disappeared again. "You know, you shouldn't carry your gun like that, eh? I watched one guy blow his whole ass off doing that. He got a little too eager and double-tapped himself while he was trying to shoot at me... It was kind of hilarious, but it's a terrible way to carry a gun if you're on my team." he offered. "Plus, if you fall and land on your back, it could fuck up your spine..." he shrugged, not one to judge terribly harshly.

"You do you." he assured the woman, finally stepping into her world. "You need time to get ready to go? It's probably a week or so to our destination, so we've got some travelling to do. Probably wanna bring a woobie, if you have one... You probably want to get dressed too..." He chuckled a little when he realized that she wasn't exactly prepared for a wilderness excursion. "We can stop in town, if you need adventuring supplies..." he added, offering more shrugs as if that would help, somehow. Then the contractor realized he hadn't introduced himself, and he quickly corrected that, offering her a hand to shake. "My name's Kevin, by the way." he managed a smile as he said it. "My callsign, like you heard, is Karma, if you need me over the radio." then, as he leaned forward to shake her hand, he noticed the woman's rather generous endowment. He couldn't believe he'd missed it before, but there was nothing else to focus on now. He couldn't help but start wondering what classified as a wrong move. Kevin was looking forward to how exciting this was going to be...