- I am glad we are able to make you feel like home. - Clarke said. The guard, despite the purse's small size, put it in the odd scanner. The device did its work and suddenly beeped alarmingly. - Oh. - Clarke pretended to be surprised, still facing Grubo. One of the guards looked over the scan's results and proceeded to dig into its contents. Little space inside forced him to pull out and put a few items aside. The other guard, still keeping her under watch, took a peek to the side and smirked, looking over a few boxes now standing besides the purse. The search was complete a few seconds later as the guard searching her bag pulled out a small sidearm. He then nudged Clarke, handing him the weapon. - Who could've expected this... - Clarke said, inspecting the tiny pistol.
- She's not going through with this gun - the guard at the scanner said. Clarke played with the pistol, pretending to unholster it a few times.
- Indeed, she's not. I'll be taking it. - he said, spinning the gun around his finger before opening his coat, holstering the gun inside. The guards looked at each other, but remained silent.
