[ If he thought he could manage it without getting shot in the process, Wolfwood would go for that gun. But if he thinks he's under attack, then there's no way that'll work. He'll have to trust that Massani's got his shit together for the moment, because what other choice does he have? Run back to the hanger entrance and seal the place off, trapping the other two in here?
No. ...No, that's not the answer here.
Rin's already handling the questions, so Wolfwood tears his attention away from Massani and his gun and looks past the two instead, scanning over the ceiling of the little ship, the walls... If it was gas, enough to get through Massani's helmet, then Wolfwood should be seeing things too, and he's not. What else could cause that kind of hallucination? Something in the lights? Did Massani's brain get microwaved?
Whatever it is, he's not interested in a repeat performance. He takes a step back, letting his boot scrape audibly on the decking. ]
I'm thinkin' we should have this conversation outside.
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No. ...No, that's not the answer here.
Rin's already handling the questions, so Wolfwood tears his attention away from Massani and his gun and looks past the two instead, scanning over the ceiling of the little ship, the walls... If it was gas, enough to get through Massani's helmet, then Wolfwood should be seeing things too, and he's not. What else could cause that kind of hallucination? Something in the lights? Did Massani's brain get microwaved?
Whatever it is, he's not interested in a repeat performance. He takes a step back, letting his boot scrape audibly on the decking. ]
I'm thinkin' we should have this conversation outside.