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[questionsonly]

He shakes his head.

"We were planning on brewing some moonshine in a spare room. Didn't figure there was much reason to hide it, after all. But this-"

[stand_unshaken]

"Ain't yours," he fills in. Sure.

"Well, I'll leave it here for now. But this place is gonna get a better lock, that's a sure thing."

[questionsonly]

"Probably for the best, given the caustic chemicals inside," he says cheerfully. "Now. Shall we find the gloves?"

[stand_unshaken]

They weren't really hidden anywhere. He picks them up easily, and tosses them at him.

"There you go."

[questionsonly]

"Thank you, muchly," and his good mood maintains. "And I think I'll take that queue to get working. Let me know if you need anything..."

He'll waggle his communicator.

[stand_unshaken]

"I'll know where to find you," he agrees, before straightening up.

"Thank you, partner."

[questionsonly]

"More than welcome."

And then he's out and going.