[Careful, there's a vacuum in this safehouse's closet...]
Oy, oy. [Rebecca's got her hands up because she's just coming back from taking a pee and now there's an angry hooded Assassin all out of his era and shit in her living room. Her palms are up in the air in a show of hopeful peace, paused as she is in the doorway, staring at the sight.]
Everything's cool in here. Everyone's cool. We're cool, right?