[It's clear their words have done something to allay Tuco's fears, but he doesn't say as much, exactly. All they get is a clipped hum as he continues to watch them with that same wary, pained expression. Problem is, from where he's sitting, it seems like certainty doesn't come in quite as solid a package as it used to. Out here, anything can happen.]
[Boone looks around suspiciously at the mention of more traps, but he can't see anything. After staring at the puzzle for a little while again, he can see where the pieces should go. He's just not sure he can figure out how to get them there. If he moves that tile, he'll have to move that one too, and then that one is in the right place but he'd have to move it and... it's confusing. Puzzles aren't really his thing.]
[As time inches away, Tuco's still sat staring. He still feels useless, too, which (in part) is probably why he clears his throat for another "helpful" suggestion.] Maybe there's a piece missing, [he says slowly—awkwardly, even, like part of him knows better than to say it in the first place.] Or maybe you able to pull it out, you know? The pieces, I mean.
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Merde. [He mutters under his breath. He'd rather a linguistic puzzle than a visual one, but he thinks they're making progress nevertheless.]
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