[ He shoots Nebula another look – narrow-eyed with annoyance. but a little fond. As if to say, "Aww, Nebula. I knew you cared."
He rocks back and watches her little demonstration; the expectant beat of silence, of her arm remaining fully intact, makes him frown. Then, when her arm does shift to something largely harmless, then back to normal. ]
Well... Shit.
[ The wisdom of this man! The insight! ]
Okay. So they've got a no weapons policy. That makes sense, if they don't want anyone fighting back. But, I mean, you don't really need a gun to kick anyone's ass.
[ The question hangs in the air, even if he doesn't say it aloud: If they don't want anyone fighting back, why bring a galaxy-renowned assassin aboard? Much less two? ]
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He rocks back and watches her little demonstration; the expectant beat of silence, of her arm remaining fully intact, makes him frown. Then, when her arm does shift to something largely harmless, then back to normal. ]
Well... Shit.
[ The wisdom of this man! The insight! ]
Okay. So they've got a no weapons policy. That makes sense, if they don't want anyone fighting back. But, I mean, you don't really need a gun to kick anyone's ass.
[ The question hangs in the air, even if he doesn't say it aloud: If they don't want anyone fighting back, why bring a galaxy-renowned assassin aboard? Much less two? ]