Calan
Calan’s eyes sharpen with immediate approval as Carlo grants Finch permission to join them, because that is exactly the sort of decision that should be made slowly, seriously, and with the full weight of captains deciding whether a suspicious older thief deserves a place on their expedition. He gives one grave nod, already imagining Boaty McBoatface wedged beneath the city with so much treasure piled aboard that her heroic little wax-paper sides are beginning to buckle. Obviously they’ll need assistance and obviously Finch is very lucky that they’re generous.
Then Calan’s expression changes; one finger snaps up between them, bright yellow sleeve sliding down nearly to his knuckles as suspicion returns with the speed of a trapdoor opening under someone’s feet. "And that doesn’t mean you can put all the treasure into a chest and then say that it’s just one thing," he clarifies quickly, fixing Finch with a look meant to suggest that this loophole had been spotted before it could be used.
Then Calan’s expression changes; one finger snaps up between them, bright yellow sleeve sliding down nearly to his knuckles as suspicion returns with the speed of a trapdoor opening under someone’s feet. "And that doesn’t mean you can put all the treasure into a chest and then say that it’s just one thing," he clarifies quickly, fixing Finch with a look meant to suggest that this loophole had been spotted before it could be used.
I've never been one to half-ass shenanigans.
