[ He nods in easy agreement. Every planet he's ever been on had mercenaries and thieves. This one's no different. Violence is a trade, no matter what the moralists say, and it's already been proven they've both good at it. The trick will be not catching too many eyes. The fight earlier was a mistake. Too many witnesses. Somebody probably filmed it and his face is distinctive. Easy to pick out in a crowd. He'll have to do something about that moving forward.
Control will be the trick around here. He knows that now. Can't lose perspective. Stay focused on the mission. Define the perimeters and stay within them.
Not so easy. He's angry and people see it on him. Was a time not so long ago when the rage was keeping him going, but coasting around on survival mode won't work here. Too many variables. Too much downtime. He gives too much away without the armor to hide behind.
The question gives him pause. The opening's right there, easy as you go, and Angela's pretty. No denying it. Maybe a few years ago he would've picked right back up with the flirting, played the moment like a game just for the fun of it. See if she'd smile a little wider, see if the expression went all the way to her eyes. He'd liked that, getting people to smile. Half the time it never went anywhere but that had been all right. A distraction was enough, a little bit of fun. Something lighthearted. He can mimic the words still, but knows it comes across hollow, a little too sharp. Best not to, then. Not when they've already tried to kill each other tonight.
He probably takes too long to answer, but there's no helping that. ]
Draw up the schematics.
[ Maybe sleep. He's been restless lately, though, and the insomnia's been on a kick. ]
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Control will be the trick around here. He knows that now. Can't lose perspective. Stay focused on the mission. Define the perimeters and stay within them.
Not so easy. He's angry and people see it on him. Was a time not so long ago when the rage was keeping him going, but coasting around on survival mode won't work here. Too many variables. Too much downtime. He gives too much away without the armor to hide behind.
The question gives him pause. The opening's right there, easy as you go, and Angela's pretty. No denying it. Maybe a few years ago he would've picked right back up with the flirting, played the moment like a game just for the fun of it. See if she'd smile a little wider, see if the expression went all the way to her eyes. He'd liked that, getting people to smile. Half the time it never went anywhere but that had been all right. A distraction was enough, a little bit of fun. Something lighthearted. He can mimic the words still, but knows it comes across hollow, a little too sharp. Best not to, then. Not when they've already tried to kill each other tonight.
He probably takes too long to answer, but there's no helping that. ]
Draw up the schematics.
[ Maybe sleep. He's been restless lately, though, and the insomnia's been on a kick. ]
See if I can snag some decent alcohol.