Haven't met enough dragons to know, myself. Only this one.
[He is not much of a smiler, himself, especially not with strangers — but he does smile now, a hesitant twitch of his mouth, enough to soften his features before it's gone again.
His handshake is firm, and upon mention of his gun-arm, his gaze flickers down to where Ilsa motions to her own weapon. It's rare he has opportunity to "talk shop," as it were. Most of the time, people are too scared to bother overmuch. Not often you saw a man with a weapon for an arm, not even in Midgar. But despite everything — the unease at this strange new world, how disorienting everything was — he feels calm too, for the first time since he'd woken up on that beach.]
There aren't many of them like mine. [He huffs out a laugh.] I can show you — as long as we can find somewhere clear enough for target practice!
[He nods in the direction of her gun again.] You must be one hell of a sharp shooter, with that thing.
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[He is not much of a smiler, himself, especially not with strangers — but he does smile now, a hesitant twitch of his mouth, enough to soften his features before it's gone again.
His handshake is firm, and upon mention of his gun-arm, his gaze flickers down to where Ilsa motions to her own weapon. It's rare he has opportunity to "talk shop," as it were. Most of the time, people are too scared to bother overmuch. Not often you saw a man with a weapon for an arm, not even in Midgar. But despite everything — the unease at this strange new world, how disorienting everything was — he feels calm too, for the first time since he'd woken up on that beach.]
There aren't many of them like mine. [He huffs out a laugh.] I can show you — as long as we can find somewhere clear enough for target practice!
[He nods in the direction of her gun again.] You must be one hell of a sharp shooter, with that thing.