Thomas could tell the man wasn't lying, but all alarms were sounding off as the theif tried to lure them into building. His honesty, and the fact that Thomas had come with Stranger, were the only things that kept him from screaming 'thief' off into the night. Perhaps he was a fool to trust the man, but as his mother would often say, 'curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back'.
"I couldn't care less if you end up a bloody pulp. Since when are you my responsibility?," Thomas shot at the woman, glaring daggers as he trailed behind her. He may be a fool to follow the man, but he wasn't stupid enough to head first into the building, Stranger or not. His auristics buzzed excitedly, threads flying sharply into the man, his weakness obvious. Perhaps a nicer person would have offered help, but Thomas only thought how much easier it would be to win if things became physical. "And why are you so trusting? You can't have a way of knowing he's lying or telling the trust?," he asked, suspicious. Were they together? And if they were, would Stranger be enough?
He wondered if threatening them would do anything.
"If either of you try anything stupid, I'll make sure you regret it," he hissed stupidly, not entirely sure how to intimidate someone. On Sahova, knowing Mashean had been more than enough to keep him safe. Out here, he had to make people know he would do whatever it took to stay alive. He just wasn't sure how to articulate that in a threatening manner.
"I mean it, I have a needle." Or, at least, Stranger did.