As Hector stood in front of him he'd see Malachi's rifle already pointing at his crotch. "If you wanna be sneakin' up on a fella, I suggest you don't talk to yourself so much." He spoke slowly and calmly, never taking an eye off of Hector's fingers, ready to fire if he so much as twitched. To be true, he didn't like his chances of getting out of a fight unscathed. "I been listening through the door. Wasn't me that sent you that message; I got one too," he held out his left hand to show that it was empty and slowly reached into a pocket with just a thumb and forefinger, producing the missive that had been sent to his home a few days ago. "I haven't the foggiest who sent it, either."