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[lastdecember]

This is the after hours contact for Nicholas Wolfwood, Logistics. If this is an emergency, stop wasting everyone's time and page me.

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[itdoesntlikeyou]

[On the one hand it's fair, because - those are definitely guns. Despite everything.

But on the other, Rin is freaking out just as much as Wolfwood is here, for all that they're showing it in a more subdued fashion, as the flight on their leash starts flickering towards the yellow-amber range. They'd put their head in their hands, but. Surprise! Guns.]

If I was hiding secret gun mods I wouldn't let anyone find out by trying to shoot them. [But they know even when they say it that it's not an argument that will get any mileage when Wolfwood already doesn't trust what they say. The last thing they need right now is to make Wolfwood think they were trying to shoot him.] I didn't make these. I don't have mods like that, I'm not Security.

[lastdecember]

[ Pardon his slowness in understanding what Rin's been trying to say, but unlike with Savarem's eyes, Rin's new mod is actively dangerous! If Saverem had shot lasers with his eyes instead of just having sparkles in there, Wolfwood's response would have looked more like this.

Still, the shooting hasn't continued, and Rin sounds completely freaked out. Slowly, Wolfwood rises up from the pile of crates he'd been crouching behind, watching Rin warily. ]

You're sayin' this just happened? Out of nowhere, suddenly you're got guns in your arms?

[itdoesntlikeyou]

Hilbert just scanned me and he didn't say anything. I know my [Schematics? Why does that feel like the right word?] mods shouldn't include any.

[Does that admission make Wolfwood more or less likely to abandon his cover? Rin still has their arms held motionless in front of them, aimed more or less towards the ceiling, not flexing their hands or anything further.]