Greg hesitates a moment, anxious. Not just over being not-quite-found out, but this girl's attitude. He gets the feeling she's ready to put herself in some serious trouble.

"Ahh jeez. Look--take a seat on the couch, would you? Away from..." He gestures with the little gun at his work table, which she's already messed with plenty. "You want something to drink? I hear breaking and entering works up a real sweat."