"Thanks." Nice to see the guy knows how to handle a weapon, or at least, knows how to make safe assumptions about how to hold one. Rosinante reclaims it, then pauses with a frown as he feels the grip rub against his palm in an unexpected way.
He was going to look it over anyway, make sure it really was the same one he'd asked for, and it is, he's sure of that from the familiar dings in the metal, scratches that he'd never managed to polish away. But here, something new has been carved onto it, too. A mark that looks uncannily like his brother's, and yet something different.
Now, here, in front of a stranger, is not the time or place to ponder it. He doesn't quite manage to hide the frown in time, but it fades as he places the pistol in its holster.
"I did. Did you get those messages not long after showing up? Something about teaching someone something new, and all that? That's how I got it. That, uh, Viveca person called it a boon."
Is person the right term to use? He's still a little fuzzy on what an AI exactly is or why this place lets him see messages in his head as if he were reading them off a page.
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He was going to look it over anyway, make sure it really was the same one he'd asked for, and it is, he's sure of that from the familiar dings in the metal, scratches that he'd never managed to polish away. But here, something new has been carved onto it, too. A mark that looks uncannily like his brother's, and yet something different.
Now, here, in front of a stranger, is not the time or place to ponder it. He doesn't quite manage to hide the frown in time, but it fades as he places the pistol in its holster.
"I did. Did you get those messages not long after showing up? Something about teaching someone something new, and all that? That's how I got it. That, uh, Viveca person called it a boon."
Is person the right term to use? He's still a little fuzzy on what an AI exactly is or why this place lets him see messages in his head as if he were reading them off a page.