[Ordinarily, the sight of the three shifting figures would have him reaching for his pistol before there was even talk of shooting anything. As it stands, though, he's busy eyeing them with a kind of distant, amused curiosity.]
You want us to shoot 'em? [His eyes flit over to Boone's gun, before he drops his chin to his chest, peering down at his own. Thankfully the lanyard stopped the Colt from clattering to the ground when the first dart struck his arm... but he's struggling to work out how exactly he's supposed to keep hold of the purported treasure and reach down at the same time. There's a sharp sniff. Lifting his shoulder, he attempts to swipe at the sweat collecting on his cheek, before slapping the meat on top of the saddle and awkwardly thrusting it towards Belloq.] Here.
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[Ordinarily, the sight of the three shifting figures would have him reaching for his pistol before there was even talk of shooting anything. As it stands, though, he's busy eyeing them with a kind of distant, amused curiosity.]
You want us to shoot 'em? [His eyes flit over to Boone's gun, before he drops his chin to his chest, peering down at his own. Thankfully the lanyard stopped the Colt from clattering to the ground when the first dart struck his arm... but he's struggling to work out how exactly he's supposed to keep hold of the purported treasure and reach down at the same time. There's a sharp sniff. Lifting his shoulder, he attempts to swipe at the sweat collecting on his cheek, before slapping the meat on top of the saddle and awkwardly thrusting it towards Belloq.] Here.