Lockpick grumbles as he steps out of a door. "What a waste of time." he mutters as he pockets his tools. "Not even worth the credits for a key that was under the ma-"*CRASH* he walks right into someone, stumbling back in surprise. "Ach! Sorry." mutters Lockpick, picking himself up carefully, "Sorry, got a little distracted. no harm done? " he asked, nervously glancing over who it was, then relaxing somewhat. Shark peers hard through the fine dust on his optics and smirks a hint, "Yeah, sure. Whatever. Say since I got you stopped and stuff, gotta question for ya." Lockpick eyes Shark warily