Whatever security was once here probably stopped working due to neglect a long time ago, or was disconnected by the people who arrived before. Jacob doesn't really care. The best sort of security is some big guys on the door and a few on the roof with guns as far as he's concerned, but he's also pretty good at avoiding that.

The big sword, when it's aimed at him, only makes him raise an eyebrow. "Compensating?"

"And I'm not the one sneaking around in the dark. Don't start telling me what's likely to get me killed around here." He moves forwards, or rather, moves in an arc that's out of reach of the sword's blade, watching the other watch him.

"What are you looking for, Cinderella?"