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Her response caused Jerome's eyes to widen a little more, watching the girl as she realized just who she had been trying to rob, making it very clear that she at least knew of them. No surprise there though.

"... Uniformed fruit cakes?" Ryan repeated in a confused mutter, glancing over to his follow grunts who shook there heads. All but Kyle who's brow furrowed in his frown.

"Oh bull s**t" Kyle spat "You're only saying that becasue you actually got caught!"

"Mike y'said?" Jerome spoke, overriding Kyle's concerns and causing the Grunt to fall silent. "Th'one from the Grifs?"

Jerome narrowed his eyes in a contemplative manner rather then a threatening one. He said nothing for the time being, eying her for a few more seconds, and not moving to stop her when she reached up to remove her mask.
On the contrary, Jerome moved his arms and hands away from Tesla's neck and shoulder, though he kept a hand on her arm just in case she decided to run off.

"You a Griff?" He asked bluntly "F'ya ain't what ******** ya doin' dealin' with em?"

Kyle threw his hands up a little when Jerome made to let the little thief go, Great, here he went again, for as scary as this guy could be he sure seemed to be too soft.
"Sir are we really just going to let her talk her way out of this?"

"Guess th'a depends on what she gatta say bout it." Jerome said, though more to Tesla then Kyle.

Bro, who had drifted back over to Jerome, was letting out hiccups that reeked of Tesla's bomb, dull smoke puffing out of his mouth and causing the Rockets to turn faces at the discomfort.
"Bro ya ********' stink." Jerome grunted "Back up off us!" The dark skinned man eyes Tesla "what s'tha he ate?"

Bro- being part poison type was used to inhaling, ingesting and pretty much living among a number of noxious and terrible things without having too much of an impact on him. He did however know what kind of affects they could have on his partner, his brother, his best friend. Thus had no complains when it came to swallowing down a foul substance to keep it away from Jerome.
He had to admit he enjoyed how bad a** it made him look too, and was currently relishing the wide eyed look the girl was giving him.

Jerome glanced over to Bro when the girl mentioned that it wouldn't be good to drink it, "Figure he's swallowed worse s**t." He commented, looking back at her "He did his job."
Bro laughed, sending another reeking breath their way.

Jerome pulled a face of disgust, not letting go of Tesla's arm he moved to step away from Bro, who just continued to cackle and drift farther away.
"Ain't put it bad the Griff T'do somethin' like that." The man pointed out. "But ya get what ya did would ******** ya over yea? Wanna know what my job is in this group?"

The title took Jerome visibly off guard, for a moment he pulled his head back and stared at her with a still surprise.
Enforcer was not something he was unfamiliar with, but how long had it been now since he called himself that. He hadn't thought about that, but when she said it he supposed it was the closest thing he did have.
Not quite... but not untrue?

As she continued talking, giving her a soft warning frown when her attitude started to tick up.
"M'job Is T'protect m'team" Jerome corrected "an our cargo. In case a' some punk a** who think they can jus' walk up an stop Team Rocket, I make sure th'don't wanna get tha idea again... er' can't get th'idea again." He added with a light frown.
"I ain't worried bout Griffs, Rocket's got their boss shakin' so hard he ain't even willin t'spill a bad word bout us. Ya wanna know why they sent ya t'Team Rocket? S't try and ******** ya up. not us. Ya get that much, yea?"

Kyle's face took on a smugness that achieved new levels of 'punch me in the face' ness as Jerome spoke "They set you up. idiot." he added, seeming pretty pleased about this idea.

Jerome let out a sigh, any annoyance he had just didn't seem worth it at this point. licking his lips lightly, and eying her for a few seconds "Yeah yeah I get yer point. I ain't sayin' this ain't ganna come T'somethin' with the Griffs, ain't like I don't take any chance I get ******** em over m'self."
Letting go of her arm allowing his to cross his over his chest "Yo why ya so chill with us killin' ya?"

The dark man tilted his head a little, a few dreadlocks falling away from his tattooed and pieced face as her listened to her explanation. She was young, he knew that much from just looking at her. He remembered that he treated death much of the same way in his youth.
"Yeah ya sure ******** did." He agreed with her "F'I was ten years younger ya would be bleedin' out too. But I ain't" He said "And no one's ganna kill ya," He confirmed much to the exasperation of Kyle. "Since it sounds like ya get how much ya ******** up, n'go show me where Mike's been chilling out at."

Jerome glanced down at the hand, unfolding his arms and reaching out with his own. His grip was strong, she would be able to feel dozens of small scars and tough skin that implied that he used his hands a lot. Though there was a gentle way that he wrapped his fingers around his smaller hand.
"Go by, Jerome." He answered.

He met her bright eyes, the contrast of her dark hair being an appreciated ascetic, not too unlike the only bright in his coloring being his own brown iris. Though he could only imagine how much more of an impact his eyes would make if his iris were as bright as hers.

"Aight- We walkin' r driving?" He asked her, not really sure how far Mike was, or where he hung around now a days.