[lslkdjsald that was not the sort of reaction Namur expected when all he meant to do was push her back in a slightly less aggressive way. But he'll totally take it. Unprofessional blush be damned.

Namur nods at her words though. He doesn't remember, but trusts her to know her own shit better than him.]

A'ight, cool.

[And then its back to Davies. Namur slaps the top of the coffin hard enough to make the whole thing rattle.]

Davy-boy we goin' t' get y' out a this shitty box here in jus' a second a'ight? Jus' got t' find the damn locks an' bust 'em up gentle like.

[And that is what he does, though not necessarily gently. If they poke out enough for him to bite he'll go that route rather than splintering any of the wood, but either way Davies will find himself face to maw with an exceedingly toothy shark-grin within minutes.]

Have a nice nap, Sunshine?