[Tossing the now-useless deadbolt away, he pauses to listen for any noises on the other side of the door, trying to pick up on any vectors for soundwaves in the decibel range of normal human speech. Not something he'd normally do, but he's trying to keep the whole stealth thing in mind.]
Sort of. I'm psychic.
[He knows that isn't really an answer. It's only the start, and he can give the full explanation out as they continue, or afterwards when they're done. Whichever, he doesn't mind either way.
Not hearing anything he cracks open the door, peers in and, upon seeing that it's clear, heads inside.]
no subject
Sort of. I'm psychic.
[He knows that isn't really an answer. It's only the start, and he can give the full explanation out as they continue, or afterwards when they're done. Whichever, he doesn't mind either way.
Not hearing anything he cracks open the door, peers in and, upon seeing that it's clear, heads inside.]
What the hell do you want me stealing?