[ Being what amounts to seemingly the two sanest people comparatively in their small radius here, Amos can only spare a glance over his shoulder as the gun is fired and the crowd decides to take their nonsense somewhere else. It's just like any place anywhere else, and certain things all build up together at once, you get — well, this.
Them being gone doesn't stop him finishing this, though. It's more, now, just to know he can, with this piece of equipment he knows little about. He turns the valve, hears that slight hiss of the gas, and moves to the cooktop now, seeing if the burners turn on when he presses the little ignite button and bumps the temperature control up. There's a little smirk on his face as it all comes to life, and he shuts the doors, steps back. Nice timing; he could almost laugh. Works out, he figures. Really, he can't say he was motivated by any desire to get the thing fixed for them specifically.
His own hunger has somewhat waned, especially if it means lingering here and putting himself at risk of being in their general vicinity anytime soon. Still — feels like he owes it to the guy next to him to offer — so he gives a nod to the offering of...various proteins, to cook up. ]
Them, yeah. But you — rare, charred, or go load up on free drinks?
[ Basically, let's get the fuck out? He's pretty sure he knows the answer. ]
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Them being gone doesn't stop him finishing this, though. It's more, now, just to know he can, with this piece of equipment he knows little about. He turns the valve, hears that slight hiss of the gas, and moves to the cooktop now, seeing if the burners turn on when he presses the little ignite button and bumps the temperature control up. There's a little smirk on his face as it all comes to life, and he shuts the doors, steps back. Nice timing; he could almost laugh. Works out, he figures. Really, he can't say he was motivated by any desire to get the thing fixed for them specifically.
His own hunger has somewhat waned, especially if it means lingering here and putting himself at risk of being in their general vicinity anytime soon. Still — feels like he owes it to the guy next to him to offer — so he gives a nod to the offering of...various proteins, to cook up. ]
Them, yeah. But you — rare, charred, or go load up on free drinks?
[ Basically, let's get the fuck out? He's pretty sure he knows the answer. ]