[ His motions were smooth, although he was just about ready to take a scotch from Nelson if at all possible. His hands dropped off from the injured former bodyguard, his hands pulling away quicker than necessarily normal. He really didn't need to linger. He held a hand to his neck, pulling away, not exactly plastering himself to the wall, but certainly hovering there for a few moments. ]
Hey, can I get one of those?
[ Really, he felt like he could use a bottle of that. His eyes flicked between the two figures in the room. There was an elephant in the room for him, but he didn't think the other two would pick up on it.
He hoped they wouldn't, at least. He hovered a bit closer to Nelson, not acknowledging Bradbury at all, even though he could feel a trace of guilt creeping in. He'd heard a shot, earlier, when he'd been saved, but he hadn't thought anything of it. He'd thought it clipped him, not shot straight through. ]
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Hey, can I get one of those?
[ Really, he felt like he could use a bottle of that. His eyes flicked between the two figures in the room. There was an elephant in the room for him, but he didn't think the other two would pick up on it.
He hoped they wouldn't, at least. He hovered a bit closer to Nelson, not acknowledging Bradbury at all, even though he could feel a trace of guilt creeping in. He'd heard a shot, earlier, when he'd been saved, but he hadn't thought anything of it. He'd thought it clipped him, not shot straight through. ]
I, ah, don't know any first aid, do you?