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"That's what I keep tellin' myself." He laughed, chuckling clear through her question, and cocked his head in a glance that was clearly searching for cameras in the immediate area, meanwhile altering their direction ever so slightly to head for the jungle. With luck, Emelyn would catch his intention, and curiosity would keep her at his side. "Per'aps. 'Owever, you'll 'ave to answer a series of extremely difficult questions to ensure that I can trust you with this information."

He gave a slight nod to indicate his approval as he entered the jungle at her side, weaving his way in no particular direction save that it was away from the village, deeper into the trees. "Ah, but it's much easier for you to answer questions than it is for me to walk. I can tag along in whatever fashion us legless beings do. Slither, if you will, though personally I can't stand th' term. But walkin' is completely out of the question." He lifted a hand to brush away he words, feigning ignorance of the stare. "It won't 'appen again, I swear it. One time interest, now I stay fed so such things don't tempt me. Dogs aren't on the menu anymore."

The jungle closed in quickly once away from the village and the path. The trees were still spread enough that there was a good amount of underbrush, which was irritating in itself, but placed close enough to make the time seem far later than it was. Nonetheless, even in the relative safety of the trees, Thom chanced a slow search of the area for cameras before speaking, and even then kept his voice low. "You're against the labs, aren't you, Emelyn? You're not one I'd expect to forgive an' forget after all they've done."

"Oh, I'm met a good few," he admitted, nose wrinkling. "Unfortunately. But we can't do anythin' about that right now. Listen, Newt an' I are in the process of makin' some weapons." He hesitated, unable to resist another quick glance around the trees. "To fight back. Jamal's already killed a few guards, we're goin' to join in. I've also been tryin' to find someone who may be able to hack that laptop we mentioned. Apparently Moreau was fairly upset to learn it was gone, so it must have somethin' of importance on it."

"Any help is most welcome," he assured her, summoning a smile. "Newt's been fairly creative thus far, so I'm sure we can find somethin' for you. 'E's smarter than most people give 'im credit for. Supposedly he's riggin' up some sort of bow an' arrow set, so per'aps we can get you practicin' with one of those..." He trailed off, hesitating briefly, then pushed on forward through the jungle. "'Owever, I did 'ave a reason for seekin' you out in particular... I 'ave a favor to ask you. A way you can help."

"You could practice," he laughed, folding his arms. "We'd both be learnin' from scratch. If I can attempt it, you can attempt it. You might surprise yourself. I want you to cut out my chip," he added, sliding it in with the last bit of encouragement. "I need it gone, an' you're the one I trust to do it."

He paused where he was, raising a scaled brow in that questioning look that he, unlike the hedgehog woman, had mastered. "What was that?"