[Haine saw no real reason to be subtle, or maybe it was a small threat for her to keep her distance. His eyes followed that can, the word 'job' sticking in his brain. He studied her silently with a cold gaze. Her corner? What is she a prostitute?]
No. [Not really. If his comrades were here he'd find them but he wasn't really looking for them. That and he couldn't very well trust her. She didn't need to know.]