[ He slightly jumped, when the leather snapped back into place. He reached up to rub at it, but Silco's at least dressed a fair bit more casually than usual. No tie, for one, and a simple red shirt and his usual slacks. The upgrade seems to do its magic, but he reached up to rub at it, absently. Clipped to the holster is one of his knives β he's never far from them.
The gun, at least, he'd snatched for himself, by a request from LILITH. It looked... well. Like something he would see at home, at least. A bit flashy, but... ]
If you're up close, doesn't a knife do the same pressed to their throat?
[ He asked, with a tilt of his head. Now long range... I suppose I can see the appeal.
Though, he knew the appeal. After all, his daughter carries around a portable minigun. ]
Look at this... [ He said, and reached out to peek into one of the boxes, curious. They were mostly styrofoam lined things, and his breath puffed out from the artificial chill in the place. Cold, to keep them from spoiling. ]
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The gun, at least, he'd snatched for himself, by a request from LILITH. It looked... well. Like something he would see at home, at least. A bit flashy, but... ]
If you're up close, doesn't a knife do the same pressed to their throat?
[ He asked, with a tilt of his head. Now long range... I suppose I can see the appeal.
Though, he knew the appeal. After all, his daughter carries around a portable minigun. ]
Look at this... [ He said, and reached out to peek into one of the boxes, curious. They were mostly styrofoam lined things, and his breath puffed out from the artificial chill in the place. Cold, to keep them from spoiling. ]
Hm.
[ He may be considering taking some. ]