Ray blinked, and glanced at Acon. She's very skittish. Maybe it's a rouse, but it seems genuine. He smiled, and stopped at a door. Ray leaned against the wall beside the door, and pushed the door open slowly, peering in for any inmates that would be waiting, the bloodied pipe still clutched in his paw. Unfortunately, this paw was connected to the arm which was, in turn, being held by Acon.