"If you left I'd doubt you'd get far with these attachments."

A few tools and clean cloths were dropped on the coffee table as Reaper passed, not necessarily what was proper but he'd had to come up with less during a few missions- Forcing thoughts to stop there before they went further. That life was gone and passed, and he was only doing this because by the time anyone else found the ingrate he'd need more help than he did now.

Finally, finally, Reaper sat down at the table himself and hesitated for just a moment. Talon gloves were tugged off and set aside, taking a breath as everything held together. Fingers flexed- "I'm cleaning your arm, you need to hold still. Soon as I'm done you can leave, I won't follow." Lifting a hand as he pulled off the mask, setting it aside and pulling his hood forwards to get to work.

Already cleaning the gun off the surface so he could get off pieces to get further in and do the same. Knew what he was doing well enough to do that.