"Sounds like a plan. I'll call if I need back-up to help make a get-away. Or I'll, you know, scream in terror. Either way, it'll be obvious there's a problem."

He checks his sniper rifle as he talks, plenty of ammo, good. And just to cover all contingencies, he checks his laser pistol as well, in case the rifle jams or he needs something for close quarters. The pistol's now painted purple with bits of blue and decorated with copious sequins, having been turned into the Girl's art project one afternoon.