[The abrupt pull of the dart has Tuco's head swinging up. Predictably, he curses again, hand clamping down on his thigh, but this time the vitriol isn't aimed anywhere (or at anyone) in particular. In fact, when his eyes finally do flick up from his leg, it's to focus unsteadily on the wall opposite him.]
Heeeey, [he says after a long moment, holding the note like he's trying (and failing) to drag several syllables out of it.] Look. [He's pointing now, face scrunched as if he's staring at something stupefying.
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Heeeey, [he says after a long moment, holding the note like he's trying (and failing) to drag several syllables out of it.] Look. [He's pointing now, face scrunched as if he's staring at something stupefying.
...A very stupefying patch of rock, apparently.]