Alipang went back to work, which included seeing what Brendan would like. At one point, Mr. Kramer spoke to Alipang--in Tagalog; he was proficient in four languages besides English. "Son, you're carrying now, aren't you?"
Alipang nodded, wondering if this was merely a reasonable inference on the anti-terrorist veteran's part, or if there was something Mr. Kramer could "read" about a person. They both knew that balisong knives were legal in the Commonwealth of Virginia. "But surely you know I'm not _looking_ to bloody it."
"Of course not. You just realize what I do: that evil is never satisfied. The punks might want to have more fun with you while you're slowed down. Why do you think _I'm_ here tonight? It isn't _only_ because the food's great. And I'm carrying, too--a proper .45 in a shoulder holster. That's just between us."