Devil's scanned the information Fang has sent him via augmented reality, then switched his SIN over to that of his good ol' delivery boy character 'Leon Vega'. As a professional, he always made certain that the team had everything strait before he put his ass on the line. "Just make sure the kid is ready. If I get burned I ain't gonna be so funny no more. You feel me?", his voice was unusually serious. The kind of tone that Winters had heard from him at the docks. It seemed that he didn't play around when his own life was at risk in some way. Devil had already changed everything about himself before and he didn't fancy the idea of doing it again. Especially on his own dime. More black market plastic surgery was a regular subject of his nightmares, and this job wasn't even close to worth that, so the thief was going to make damn sure it wouldn't become necessary. One way or another.
Devil used the edge of his hand to slide off some of the water from his coat before straitening it, then brushed his wet brown bangs from his eyes in a vain effort to look more presentable. With a glance at his companion, he sighed. "Try not to look so damn imposing. We ain't here to kill nobody.... C'mon." The man then gracefully made for the door of the building, his red eyes subtly scanning for security measures as he entered. Pausing just inside the doorway, he threw back his hood, trying to look like he had nothing to hide, then ran gloved fingers through his hair to get some of the water out. Finally he looked for the front desk, intending to approach it, should no perceived obstacles or threats come to deter him.