He was gone all of a half hour, mostly because he realized he had left the locks off the trunk. He did not need her going through his things that was a danger to the Masquerade, he trusted her but that didn't mean in her state she might not look. He had had to haggle to get the chemist to lower the price and when that didnt't work he used another tactic. A bit of blood taken and the store owner moaning on the floor Dorian got what he wanted.

Three knocks came to the door. he had the goggles over his eyes as he waited before slipping the key in and locking the door. Phoebe was near he could smell her. "My apologies for the wait." He spoke leaning the sword against the door and kneeled pushing the coat back to open the container a pair of thick gloves on he started to lay the explosive on the floor around the door... what the hell was he doing?