Crane eyes the women warily, knowing that any deal would most certainly have strings and problematic employers; The league had abandoned him, The 'Cullens' were insufferable, and this women was most certainly not someone you could put faith in, "Interesting proposition, if I may inquire as to what the job is?" 'And if it's not worth my time than you may have just bought yourself a place as a new test subject.' Crane thought, eyeing the long hand apparatus on the wall.

OOC:I'm going with the costume design of the 'Arkham Asylum game; so he has both the gas and the glove with syringes on the end for pumping a concentrate of the stuff into his victims bodies.