[ Faraday chuckles a little, though in this form, it comes out more like a few quick puffs of air.
He carefully tests his weight on his front leg, and while it still aches, it's manageable. He knows without trying that putting too much weight on his hind leg is liable to send him straight to the ground again, so he doesn't attempt it.
He's steady on his feet, for the most part, aside from a slight, telltale sway from the liquor, but he looks up at Vasquez expectantly, like he's asking, Where to? ]
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He carefully tests his weight on his front leg, and while it still aches, it's manageable. He knows without trying that putting too much weight on his hind leg is liable to send him straight to the ground again, so he doesn't attempt it.
He's steady on his feet, for the most part, aside from a slight, telltale sway from the liquor, but he looks up at Vasquez expectantly, like he's asking, Where to? ]