It sounds like a challenge and he's about to say so when a slight shifting off to his right alerts him to movement. His dagger is out in an instant, pausing only when he sees the big-gator-creature-thing lurking in wait. It doesn't look like it particularly wants to get up from its hiding spot so Finch does not want to give it a reason to do so, slowly re-sheathing his dagger and turning his attention back to the whining girl on the floor.
"I highly doubt that," Finch says, in reference to him paying her; he's bled, sweat, and cried for his spoils, and the interesting things his hands found in pockets from the night before still reside merrily in his pockets. He would rather she try to feel him to that gator-thing than fork it over to anyone, much less her. Besides, he was the one prone and upright, walking and talking and spry and lithe even in the wee hours of the morning. She was the one groaning and threatening various shades of death, so who had the advantage here? Besides, Finch had many, many years of being annoying.
His finger met her side again in a brief sharp poke. "You still alive?" He asks, knowing she absolutely is. Another poke. "What's your name?" And then, "There's an easy way to end this. For the low, low cost of whatever you've got on you. I'll even help drag your butt to wherever it is you need to go to get out of here." And probably take the opportunity to rob everyone there blind as well.
"I highly doubt that," Finch says, in reference to him paying her; he's bled, sweat, and cried for his spoils, and the interesting things his hands found in pockets from the night before still reside merrily in his pockets. He would rather she try to feel him to that gator-thing than fork it over to anyone, much less her. Besides, he was the one prone and upright, walking and talking and spry and lithe even in the wee hours of the morning. She was the one groaning and threatening various shades of death, so who had the advantage here? Besides, Finch had many, many years of being annoying.
His finger met her side again in a brief sharp poke. "You still alive?" He asks, knowing she absolutely is. Another poke. "What's your name?" And then, "There's an easy way to end this. For the low, low cost of whatever you've got on you. I'll even help drag your butt to wherever it is you need to go to get out of here." And probably take the opportunity to rob everyone there blind as well.
