[ Wha—who's he? His lips tug downward. How come he's the one getting that turned around on him? As far as he's concerned, he was minding his business dumpster digging when this guy showed up yelling. His reply's about to be just that 'til he glimpses...
A few points. One screwed up eye, the brace. Right, those things. Again? You know, for not having gotten one hitched to him, he's bumped into too many of them for his tastes. ]
I'm fine. [ That fucking hurt, actually, but he's technically fine. He hops out of the dumpster. ] Not sure I can say the same for you, pal. What happened?
[ Frank had been pretty intact. Karen had been pretty intact. Kimiko was pretty intact. Even Clint wasn't too bad off. This is the first time he's really seen somebody look this banged up, and it's hard to say if it's the mannequin bullshit doing it or something else got to him. ]
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A few points. One screwed up eye, the brace. Right, those things. Again? You know, for not having gotten one hitched to him, he's bumped into too many of them for his tastes. ]
I'm fine. [ That fucking hurt, actually, but he's technically fine. He hops out of the dumpster. ] Not sure I can say the same for you, pal. What happened?
[ Frank had been pretty intact. Karen had been pretty intact. Kimiko was pretty intact. Even Clint wasn't too bad off. This is the first time he's really seen somebody look this banged up, and it's hard to say if it's the mannequin bullshit doing it or something else got to him. ]