The mercenary saw her put her hood back up, but didn't do anything. Drawing less attention was a good thing, though perhaps she must have had her own reasons for doing it. As they neared the rest house, the girl asked him a question. The armored man stayed silent for a moment before responding in his usual deadpan voice. [color=696969]"It depends, are you willing to fully cooperate?"[/color] He had planned to interrogate her when they arrived, first through non-lethal means, and then torture if she really wasn't going to talk. Maybe it was a good thing that she asked that, perhaps she was willing to spill her intel. 

Several minutes later, they would arrive at the safe house. It was a small, concrete, two-storey building that was in relatively good shape considering the other decrepit buildings surrounding it. [color=696969]"Get in."[/color] he told her, before following her inside and locking the door behind them. The room they entered looked like a storage area. Several boxes took up a large amount of space, with some half-opened and with weapons inside. There were also a few chairs and desks lying around, and two yellow lights that illuminated the area.