L glanced over his shoulder at the Gypsy, trying to do so discretely. "She hasn't... not yet, at least," he said softly. "I've been here since I woke up this morning, and she hasn't even taken her eyes off me. Every time I've attempted to argue my case, she's started shouting at me in Romani and pointing her gun at me, and you know how that is. I've explored every different possibility for escape, and none of them would end well. I would advise leaving and waiting for the matter to resolve itself."
The verdict displeased and depressed him, but the only thing worse than having to cope with telling people disturbing things while someone else spoke through him was having a bloody, bullet-ridden corpse lying nearby because someone was feeling a little too helpful.