No, I'm not fucking with you. I don't want gold or anything. I... do that kind of work at home... I'm a shaman. And my... contact. Is saying something. I'm not gonna say more out here because it's private shit. I'm unarmed. You can check.

[Kiriho holds out his arms and stands off of his orange crate a bit, spreading his feet slightly in case Izo wants to pat him down.]

Some asshole took my knife-- [Oh, the rancor in those three words. Kiriho is dripping with hatred at the person in question.] --so all I got is my bare hands, and you look like you could snap me like a twig anyway so... there you go.