[Hakkai fully intends to treat the guitar well until turning it in to a lost-and-found somewhere... oh, at least a block away, to increase the length of time that blissful silence will reign before its owner finds it again. He tosses the woman a nod as he reaches the would-be musician's side, leans down, and plucks the instrument out of his hands.
The man bolts to his feet.
"Hey, man, not cool! Give it back!"
Hakkai is already sprinting. It's up to Ziva to make sure the guitarist stays occupied long enough for Hakkai to lose him.]
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The man bolts to his feet.
"Hey, man, not cool! Give it back!"
Hakkai is already sprinting. It's up to Ziva to make sure the guitarist stays occupied long enough for Hakkai to lose him.]