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. "It depends, are you willing to fully cooperate?" 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. "Get in." 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.