The muscles of Blake's jaw work as he battles for control. "My accident, when it happens, is going to leave a smoking crater...." He drops the bravado. The halfing is a lot scarier than he is, even without the toughs waiting in the hall. A slight narrowing of the eyes is all it took, and Blake nearly pissed himself.
"Sir," he tries again, annealing his anger with fear, "the job needed thieves instead of thugs. We should have spied for the vault instead of trying to beat it out of him. I know, I was supposed to charm him, but Raddick had this new knife. He couldn't stop talking about it. I can't charm somebody who's scared or angry, and Raddick didn't wait. Well, first he wouldn't talk. And then he couldn't stop screaming." Remembering, Blake gets a haunted, far away look.
"Wait. Why are you asking me? Where's Baer?"