[He could get into a fight with her over this, probably- lying to
him about needing his gun, when she clearly didn't. Keeping information
from him. But he knows just how that goes, when you're in a gang,
when you're fighting for your life surrounded by liars and crooks and
thieves.
He runs both hands over his face and groans, but eventually
concedes.] I won't pretend to understand why. But a deal's a
deal.
[ She hates that she feels the tiniest twinge of guilt, being an asshole about this to the only person who hasn't taken advantage of her or betrayed her trust in so many years, but what was she supposed to do? Tell him she had it upfront or give him his shit immediately and lose ground on bargaining for it?
It's all too easy to just slip into business. ]
Good. Anything else of yours you want, you can have it, I don't hold onto shit I didn't pay for.
[He is banking on trust. On feeling like there's at least one person
on this Barge with her best interest in mind- even if it's part of a
transaction, he knows how important it is to have someone give a
damn.]
The photographs all stayed in my cabin. That's all I'll need.
[ She shakes her head. Six weeks of sleeping late, eating decently and talking to nice well-meaning people makes her usual ways feel slimy. She moves away from him, to the desk, and she sets her pistol on the table. Blockier than a revolver, but sleeker, too. ]
Come here. This is a Browning Hi-Power. If we're ever covering each other and someone needs to switch off, you'll want to know all the quirks.
Not much for aiming and firing, but it's got a magazine instead of a cylinder, so you can just slap a fresh mag into it to reload, and you can do it one-handed if someone wrecks your hand or you can't let go of something or someone.
[ She will never let Joel live that one day down. She shakes her head thinking on it, and she takes the gun back from him to go through the process of unloading the pistol to pull out the magazine, a little plastic casing with a spring in it. She pushes on it to show him. ]
See this spring? Every time you fire, it loads a new bullet in, so you don't have to cock the hammer again after the first one.
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[He could get into a fight with her over this, probably- lying to him about needing his gun, when she clearly didn't. Keeping information from him. But he knows just how that goes, when you're in a gang, when you're fighting for your life surrounded by liars and crooks and thieves.
He runs both hands over his face and groans, but eventually concedes.] I won't pretend to understand why. But a deal's a deal.
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It's all too easy to just slip into business. ]
Good. Anything else of yours you want, you can have it, I don't hold onto shit I didn't pay for.
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[He is banking on trust. On feeling like there's at least one person on this Barge with her best interest in mind- even if it's part of a transaction, he knows how important it is to have someone give a damn.]
The photographs all stayed in my cabin. That's all I'll need.
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[ She shakes her head. Six weeks of sleeping late, eating decently and talking to nice well-meaning people makes her usual ways feel slimy. She moves away from him, to the desk, and she sets her pistol on the table. Blockier than a revolver, but sleeker, too. ]
Come here. This is a Browning Hi-Power. If we're ever covering each other and someone needs to switch off, you'll want to know all the quirks.
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[He finally takes his hand off of his own gun, and steps forward to take hers. It feels light, almost fake.]
What's the biggest difference between shooting one of these?
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[ She will never let Joel live that one day down. She shakes her head thinking on it, and she takes the gun back from him to go through the process of unloading the pistol to pull out the magazine, a little plastic casing with a spring in it. She pushes on it to show him. ]
See this spring? Every time you fire, it loads a new bullet in, so you don't have to cock the hammer again after the first one.
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Huh. [Now that does interest him. He leans against the deck and takes a look at it from up close.]
Think the Enclosure's safe for a little target practice? You could do with a little practice on my antique.
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Maybe with guns from the Enclosure to save on ammo, but yeah. Been at least a couple years. You wanna go now?
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Yeah. We don't know what the hell's coming for us, but I want to be prepared. Everyone's on edge.
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Yeah. [He rubs his hand through his beard.] People with powers lost 'em or gained 'em, depending on what side they're on.
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[ Who could blame 'em, though? ]
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She's alright, but she doesn't know any more than the rest of us. And nothing seems to be happening with the Barge itself, just the people.
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Alright, let's go before someone else gets this idea.
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[ A grin. ]