A surprise

As you crack the door open to peer into the next room you are confronted by a stained wife beater stretched taut across a musclebound chest. Heart stopped, your eyes rise to meet those of a leering bald man. He stands almost a head taller than you and is probably double your weight, most of it muscle. He's caucasian and looks like a typical thug except for his overly chiseled physique. You can't see much of the room around the mans massive bulk but you catch glimpses of a dozen or so monitors showing different angles of the room behind you. They'd been watching you the whole time. "Hello lovely lady. Watcha doing in there?" Your mouth works for a moment, trying to voice words you hadn't thought of yet. He didn't look too bright, maybe you could talk your way out? Then again, you obviously snuck in and were in the act of stealing equipment. A faint trace of cigarette smoke wafted off of him. You could probably outrun him... though it'd be all over if he got his arms around you.