"Keen observation," Zevran laughed as he walked past the man, fully expecting to be followed as he let his gaze linger on the man as he went. It would be disappointing if he didn't come along, and Zevran hoped that by continuing to speak, it would make the invitation perfectly clear. Well, at least one of the invitations.

"I find myself feeling a little, ah, vulnerable," he glanced back over his shoulder to smile at James with an unspecified suggestion in his look, "shall we say? Apparently it is quite dangerous at night, and while I have not seen it first hand, well, people can be just as bad as any monster." Zevran turned away again with a light step, and waved one hand to gesture to the hall and all its murmuring inhabitants.

With Captain Kirk in tow, he was all too tempted to suggest something less practical than a search for weaponry. It was tricky to resist, but Zevran wouldn't be able to relax until he had a knife in his hands, even when they might be occupied with... other things. He wasn't a fool, and he sadly had his priorities in line. "I'm hoping that there's an armory hidden in here somewhere. Failing that, a kitchen will do the trick. I'm flexible. And how about you, Captain?" Zevran let Kirk decide whether he would like to comment on his own goals or his theoretical adaptability.