"Wouldn't suppose the person that owns this mansion would turn out to be some NRA gun freak," he commented absently, turning to open and peak through the drawers. But there sure as hell weren't any guns in there.
"Maybe there's a tool shed. Get a weed whacker or something." He raised an eyebrow at Alice, and then glanced toward the door. "Should we grab Ocampo, or do I still need to stay away from her?" Some of the honesty had left him, this was more teasing, even if he didn't quite smirk.