[Tuco is in the process of gesturing meaningfully between the saddle and himself when Belloq claps his shoulder. He jerks, glancing across to meet his eyes briefly, expression clouded, before turning his attention back to the chest.
When he eventually turns around again (possibly to question who or what Snažan is exactly) he appears to be holding a fistful of meat. From the way his jaw drops, it's clear he's spotted their new guest, and yet the following pause ends in a burst of staccato laughter.]
Hey! [Grinning, he waggles the flesh in the direction of the figure.] Almost, friend!
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When he eventually turns around again (possibly to question who or what Snažan is exactly) he appears to be holding a fistful of meat. From the way his jaw drops, it's clear he's spotted their new guest, and yet the following pause ends in a burst of staccato laughter.]
Hey! [Grinning, he waggles the flesh in the direction of the figure.] Almost, friend!