Bernabè retired the hand, a bit disappointing by the fact that he hadn't returned the handshake, but nonetheless, she had, at least, managed to make him drop one of the weapons, so maybe with a bit of luck she wouldn't have to resort to close quarters combat to immobilize or break the half ling because his idea of shooting the eyes of a super soldier in order to harm it was rather praiseworthy, but he had attacked a pair of policemen and threatened her and Cassius and with weapons that he had stolen, and on top of that he had broken the glass door of the bar and the poor barmaid had to spend some time cleaning the mess, so there would be no praise for him

"I understand your demands, yet I definitely find them excessive, because as much as you do not trust us because of the lack of knowledge of our skills, the same could be applied to us. Since we do not know your intentions, mister Twenty Four, and by your looks you appear to have ran away from somewhere, we can't trust, much less provide with weaponry someone that definitely isn't part of the competent authorities."

Bernabé paused for a moment and looked at the two unconscious guards, ("more like incompetent authorities")

"So how about a deal, I'm (technically) unarmed, so Cassius will get rid of his arms if you agree to do the same. Don't you think that would be the most logical thing? That way we would be on equal terms. Your other option is risking a tricky shot with a nine millimeters and then, if you succeed, being hung for first degree murder or shot down by the policemen that will come after you when all the witnesses in the nearby windows, who had arrived after listening to the gunshots, call them, and honestly, I don't want to reach that outcome."