[He doesn't reply immediately. Instead, he actually frowns, eyes narrowing like the offer of a free meal is worthy of all the suspicion in the world. Of course, what Niko can't know is that the last time someone reached out to him like that, it ended with a Union corporal's meaty fingers digging into his eye-sockets like the man was a damn prospector.]
I, uh...
[He glances away for a moment, rocking on his heels—the back and forth motion acting like a kind of metronome of indecision.]
Yeah. [Then, more confidently:] Yeah! Why not? It's better to eat than drown, hm? [He manages another lopsided grin.] After you!
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I, uh...
[He glances away for a moment, rocking on his heels—the back and forth motion acting like a kind of metronome of indecision.]
Yeah. [Then, more confidently:] Yeah! Why not? It's better to eat than drown, hm? [He manages another lopsided grin.] After you!