Yrael pauses, thinking.

"Whoever you are, we know someone is there," he says aloud. "We're unarmed."

For now it's true, after all.

A handgun barrel inches its way into view, the edge of a brunette woman in black just visible beyond it.

"Let me see your hands," she says, firmly, but without threat. She clearly won't hesitate to use the gun if necessary, but would rather not.

Yrael's hands, lifted slightly, are clearly empty.