[ He eyes the bit of silver, nodding his approval, but something strikes him as off for a brief second. Hazy as he is with the whiskey, with the impending change, he frowns as he tries to work it out.
A little wryly, ]
Not much for it, 'less you've got a way to make it so I never got bit.
[ But that bare bit of humor drops away as he gives Vasquez a once-over of his own, jaw working to one side as he thinks.
It strikes him after a second or two, and Faraday goes rigid with the realization. ]
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A little wryly, ]
Not much for it, 'less you've got a way to make it so I never got bit.
[ But that bare bit of humor drops away as he gives Vasquez a once-over of his own, jaw working to one side as he thinks.
It strikes him after a second or two, and Faraday goes rigid with the realization. ]
Where're your guns?