[ The head tilting might be a coincidence. People move without thinking about it all the time. But it might just be mirroring and wouldn't that be interesting? Not everyone thinks to do it. Not everyone has the training, or the inclination. Carver clicks his teeth, hands still spread out and open at his side. Look, ma, no weapons.
And it's true he doesn't have a gun, that his knife sheath is empty. But that doesn't mean as much as people think. He still has his belt. He still has the garrote sewn into the lining of his jacket. He still has his own goddamn hands. ]
Mhmm-hmm.
[ Careful, Carve, Shaw murmurs in his ear. Watch your corners, don't overcommit. And he hasn't been listening so well lately, has he? That cost them all.
He won't make that mistake again. ]
Question stands. What have you been up to?
[ Control the flow of conversation. Direct the narrative. Just like that, Carver thinks, because he needs information or at least an anchor, something that makes any bit of goddamn sense in this place. ]
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And it's true he doesn't have a gun, that his knife sheath is empty. But that doesn't mean as much as people think. He still has his belt. He still has the garrote sewn into the lining of his jacket. He still has his own goddamn hands. ]
Mhmm-hmm.
[ Careful, Carve, Shaw murmurs in his ear. Watch your corners, don't overcommit. And he hasn't been listening so well lately, has he? That cost them all.
He won't make that mistake again. ]
Question stands. What have you been up to?
[ Control the flow of conversation. Direct the narrative. Just like that, Carver thinks, because he needs information or at least an anchor, something that makes any bit of goddamn sense in this place. ]