[ Faraday shoots Vasquez an equally unimpressed glare at that remarkable feat of maturity, snorting out a breath. He licks his lips again, getting rid of the worst of the blood, before carefully maneuvering himself up to his feet.
He lets out a low, exasperated groan, as if to ask, Why are you here, again? ]
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He lets out a low, exasperated groan, as if to ask, Why are you here, again? ]